Yellow Stone

On that yellow stone I stood
Looked as far beyond the horizon,I could
I have heard myriad disdain,dialect and claim
Yet it all looks the same
I do not remember what I wear
All those gushing thoughts reappear
As I silently observe standing bare
This experience is sweet,serene and rare
On my right,vast vivacious ocean lay
It was quite an extraordinary day
Nothing is white or black
Its all grey,like those clouds passing by
I detach myself from I

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