My Yellow flower

                  

We met when it was cold

The trees waved in recognition 

The incessant chirpping of birds came to my notice.


A beauty to behold 

Different from others 

Her auroma filled the air. 


My yellow flower 

Plucked at a young age

Death snatching her away from me. 


My yellow flower 

Irreplaceable as my existence 

Forever you would be missed.

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