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Who Am I
As petals open one by one
I think of rehabilitation
But who am I?
Wild Irish rose I used to be.
I am a part of what's in you
I am the iris of your eyes
I am a black panther prancing in warm rain
I am a brook finding river, reaching to sea
I am quiet dawn awakened by the Source
I am noontide warmth
I am rainbow glow of evenings
I am a good night sleep
I am morning inspiring you
I am the humble eye, renewed each spring.
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Iris E. S-Lewis
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