You I remember in pages of my memory
Glimpse of the past, classics or contemporary
In red, blue and green with inner white
Blossom of the roses at my site
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Echo of future to become soon
Rising high like a shining moon
Spreading your wings over world
Breeze of life, yet sharper than sword
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Traveler of uncharted sea
Yet, pleasant and colorful like morning tea
Carved in my soul your intellect and wit
Goddess of grace, slim and fit
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