she (as if my heart had been a flower
whose bloom had wilted because the power
of a violent storm's enough to cower
even the strongest heart that stands alone)
appeared in brilliant colors to atone
for any darkness that my heart had known;
so, no, to save my soul i'd not deny
she is, for me, the rainbow and the sky.
~Mike Duron (composed Sunday, December 9th, 2001.)
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