She sat with legs crossed
A sculpture of fine stained glass.
The light struck her and refracted
Shooting out of her were rays of color.
She was a prism
The magician turning pure white illumination
Into chaotic color, bursting through, a projection.
This miracle was made by someone
Fragile, delicate and pristine.
I stare in wonderment.
She changes everything
For the better, I think.
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