My sister's name is Amber she reminds me of the burning seeming sun
as Amber is a colour that shall be,
it glistens and glows in an underneath a patch of think snow
waiting to be picked up like a shiny amber coin
but shall wait to be reborn
as a shining new sunset lingering in the sky.
Just like a bright shining sun
That can make you blind when you stare into it
It reminds me of a jewel that slowly
but surely burns and wither
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