Yellow lullaby


I am a warrior
of the nameless strife,
A street beggar with in-clover lies;
A heart carrying the color of warm and white.
I sing waltz with a pair of tired turquoise eyes.

I'm a toddler as well, who walked past an epoch behind!
and stop by the riverside-
Yellow as a rhyming lullaby.

If you walk me through
the shredded hue of guilt and shy,
I will try to seize them all and cry.
"what if they wander around
and choose the forlorn void to fly?"
"Then-
I will pass them all a wide-open smile
and will paint the voids with the light-blue sky".

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