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Power to Rise

The mist came tumbling in,
As the darkness reached its peak.
A flower wilted to the ground,
Its soul so hollow and bleak.

But as the mist came tumbling in,
So did another sight-
That of a brilliant ray
Of beautiful sunshine light.

And as the mist went tumbling out,
The light killed every sneer.
The flower, now radiant once again,
Overcame its deadly fear.





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