Yellow is the color of my soul,
a vibrant color in overdrive.
No matter what disaster, I am whole.
Until Osirus takes me, I'm alive.
Orange was the color of my life,
blood red with grief yet mixed with yellow.
Orange was the beauty born of pain,
cut was the diamond with a knife.
I could have chosen a shade of mellow,
but never has my brightness been in vain.
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