No sun rays
No raindrops
that are pouring
No unwanted
gaze can reach her
Her big
yellow umbrella keeps every unwanted thing away
Walking
while holding it in her hands, she looks like some burning meteor
But for many
she is a shooting star
They wish
upon watching her
Their days
turn brighter than that yellow umbrella
There are
legends about her
Some say she
is a princess on the run
Some call
her the lady of the night
Some just
call her ordinary
Some wish,
some lust and some fear her
But still
everybody thinks about her, talks about her
And she like
any dream lives on passes by but nobody can catch her
A futile
pursuit
But a worthy
one
If that
yellow umbrella do not make its way through the street
We fear that
the sun might not come out
The time
will stop breathing
In short,
that yellow umbrella is imperative for our survival
The truth is
She has no
name
No address
But a single
identity
The girl
with a big yellow umbrella
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