The yellow man

Your breath fades in the rain.
as if wearing a chain.
But a man comes that you have forgotten.
his face soft as cotton
Memories of nothing fill your mind
His Presence feels almost sublime.
standing over you
arms of light approach your wounds.
you can only look at the moon.
your vision distorts filled with his hue.
you can forget about all your rue
you feel as if you've always known this odd fellow
until you wake up with no memories of the man of yellow.

REMEBER THAT DAY
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