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| 'Rising' by Trish |
A reflection of colors,
Carried by rain, rivers,
An eternal beam of devotion,
To herself,
She is risen.
Wings of an open heart feather,
spread rays, breathe living waters.
Day and night she rises into her rainbow sky,
Over the sea city with its mournful gladness,
She roams and soars beyond her perception.
A rainbow fish burning bright,
See how she soars built from salt and sun,
She is risen.
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