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MIRACLE

You're my eyes when I was blind,
showing a bright side of life with kind.

You're my voice when I was speechless,
saying the sweet words with happiness.

You're my light when I was dark,
shining my world with colorful sparks.

You're my strength when I was weak,
helping me to rise the highest peak.

You're my melody when I was gloomy,
filling up my soul with a symphony.

You're my star when I was the night,
scattering the sky with a big bright.

You're my rhyme when I was a poem,
writing the signs back to our own home.

You're my colors when I was an art,
painting the hues way to my heart.

You're my stitch when I was a scar,
concealing the fears away in the star.

You're my wind when I was a rain,
blowing away my most greatest pain.

You're my mirror when I'm a reflection,
seeing my own beautiful imperfections.

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A/N : This poem is very special to me.

It sounds so sweet and beautiful when someone is your true miracle.

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