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You floated into my life when it was all shades of gray.
A leaf fallen onto a forest that had been totally razed.
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My outlook was bleak and my will all but diminished,
but you and your colors showed me I was far from finished.
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My ashes were many and my ground all singed and dry
you were like a flood on of love raining down from the sky.
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Soon I rejoice in your colors and moist nurturing hug
as you covered me with new beauty like a velvety rug.
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With you I found new life and a way that was brilliant.
I learned I was not dead but much alive and resilient.
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Colors may fade but what you gave me will never
you made me come alive and thrive and our ties
will not be lost, no, not ever.
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About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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