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Message in a bottle.
Drifts in rainbow sea.
Colors shift softly.
Nowhere soon to be.
Water rolls off stairs.
The message can't climb.
Makes contact with stone.
A musical chime.
An open door of hope.
The cry won't escape.
But it's so lovely.
This poetic scape.
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Maybe the answer is in the very light reflected off our blades. Maybe that's what it means to be this creature known as samurai.
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