the colours of acension baby
feel them here
feel them on the breeze
head to the rare baby
know the mists energy
the veils that bare
in invitation only
in a welcome to frailty
strength
waiting is forever
wading in the sound
live and lapping waters
in a memory bound
the colours of acension
in a rainbow round
the moon the sun the light
the children of the dawn
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