A Yellow Life
Her life was yellow then turned to royal blue,
She knew all the things that the suffering do.
When she was descending, I rose up her soul,
Making her heart complete and utterly whole.
I knew not her days could finally turn brilliant,
She was so much more strong, so resilient.
Now we live in emerald meadows with willows,
Her life used to be blue, then turned to yellow.
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