Yellow Soul
Last night she told me yellow is
The color of her soul
And I think she is right, because
Lighting is art.
That is what she taught me
Along with: ice-cream
Is okay to eat for breakfast,
Taking pictures is
Necessary, and everybody
Deserves a kind word,
Whether they deserve it or not.
And whenever her cheeks tug
On her mouth, I think I’m glad I have
A yellow soul around.
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