
Colorful lights help to paint a picture
Mirrored on the rivers dark liquid glass
Like a crystal ball she stares endlessly
Observing events from her troubled past
Nobody is there to bother her thoughts
They cascade down like the steady rain
Eventually being let go to the river
Far and away to never surface again
She enjoys the dim and dark solitude
Though her heart loves the light
It shines eternally within her soul
Guiding her through the darkest of night
This is her place of personal reflection
Where the noise of the city will cease
So the girl with the red umbrella
Can find her inner peace
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