Yellow Van Gogh
One afternoon,
he went yellow
as someone who has come
into reality ...
Bet his life
to live in another world.
Passed on to the other
mirror side ... lived
another landscape,
another heaven,
another universe ...
He stepped into the yellow,
yellowed and did not long
never coming back
Never bled again
in red,
even when
had his ear cut ...
It was not crazy
nor was it a mirage ...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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