Yellow
Slightest wind makes you vibrant
dance as if the sun was your lover
Every other being moving without hesitation
still, you are the most free spirited
All your hands wave at me
as if i were a childhood friend
Easily how sickness is seen
yellow is the color
shows to me you are dying
No longer you are my brother
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