Yellow
That allows
The autumn to set
Near sign of cruel fate
The old age
Never liked in any age
Untold suffering and its tale
We simple turn pale
We cling to relatives
And like child behave
We don't want to separate
But far to be addressed as late
Yes, you remember your golden past
That has just lasted
One blow from mighty wind
May make your fall on ground
Another blow may sweep you away
To be buried in deep way
Only sign should be left on stone
Our beloved here has gone
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