For Therese

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The colours of the rainbow
Swirled against her legs,
As she moved like a dream
Through the universe,
Lighting dismal worlds
With her radiance,
Filling the waiting silence
With musical laughter,
Leaving behind
A trail of flowers,
Spring fresh glory
Of pink camellias,
And perfection.
Hearts aching
Sweet innocence,
Pure carnations,
Cheerful chrysanthemums.
But for me,
She leaves the daffodil.

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