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The door opens
She shines through the rain
Like a rainbow in the cloudiest of skies
The falling rain leaves her to bloom
Like a flower in front of me
The thought of picking a flower of this kind
Should not be
If you pick the flower for yourself
It is destined to die
You can only keep it for so long
You do have the power to protect such a flower
Provide the flower with the love it may need
Help protect it from the weeds of the world
You must also give the flower room to grow
And never block out the sun that shines on it's beauty
Love & comfort her when she wilts
Give her a reason to bloom each season of love
She is this flower before me
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flemingda@planetc.com
