as radiant as the sun
That shines so effortlessly
And as closely combined like honey
She blossom within herself
Her voice as smooth as a banana
Milkshake, she escapes
Almost if yellow may be her fate
Her voice never shakes
Her yellow will never die
It’s what inside that matters
It’s what keeps her soul alive
For as the shining sun the covers her
Skin and golden hour starts to set in
A smile as rare as the nectar that glows
Yellow has always been her goal
About the Creator
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