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I was a canvas smooth and new, Painted in shades of morning blue. But time came by with wind and rain, To mark the joy and mark the pain. The colors faded, the surface broke, Like words that vanished when I spoke. But where the cracks began to show, A hidden gold began to glow. Now birds of indigo take flight, Across the ruin and the light. No longer perfect, smooth, or whole, But I have gained a golden soul. By EmmAI.