"The vast darkness she is surrounded, the northern lights keep her alive. A beautiful color display -she wished she was. "Someday," she said. Darkness as if painted; it was her secret To become the northern lights. Despite her name -Aurora; In front of her mirror, for every day, she waits, knowing She is yet to be painted." I paused. "Until She Sees The Northern Lights." Then I bowed.All Rights Reserved
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