Saffron

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You explode.


Yellow with black marks,
Peal your warning to the un-hearing.
Aggressively shaken,
A danger lurks hidden from light.


You fall silent,
Passing on the same condition
Upon landing on wavering tongues.


Barely tangible,
Your aroma wafts across
A layer of glazed sand,
Turning it to glass.
Bereft of feeling,
Passed on like a plague,


Yet returning,


As a boomerang.

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