I am the witness,
to the breaking dawn,
a beautiful art,
and in my hands,
I paint the colors,
in your picture,
to fill in the blanks,
to lighten the darkness,
to water the blooms,
so that the flowers,
will grow again,
as many as the eyes can see,
as many as the colors of rainbow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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