Bright blue and folded time,
Burst through this quake of mine,
Sun kissed bulbs grow to flower,
Giving me, my strength and power.
Apple, pear crossed with light,
That comes from unclouded sight.
A picture now drawn by me,
Is full of hope like golden trees.
Prospects seem so pure today,
And never will I let them lay,
For I have sailed down valley's deep
It's time for me to love and leap.
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