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He carried the spirit
She made her magic
He broadened his rays
She twisted into shapes
He tinted her whites
She squashed like wool
He beamed with enjoyment
She painted his reflection
He brought the shades
Covered her in darkness
Her tears dropped
Rage turned to lightning
Thunder became her scream
Twilight twinkled
He sent her colours
Hope made her still
Love gives her harmony
Tuesday, 24 June 2014
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