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she

morning breaks and so breaks the day.

soft pink rivers through her hair.

weaving golden threads to bear her body forth.

wisdom drawn from owning life.

a work of art awaits: her day.

a canvas, used and used again.

a palette drawn from joy and love and loss and sorrow.

a brush of dreams and thoughts and wishes.

now here the brilliant stroke of bold and bright

while there the softest sweep of quiet moments.

while others may have given life to art.

she rose and gave her art to life.