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.
More Grace brother
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