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The unformed sun
Into the sky
Ascended without haste
 
The cold, still air 
In its absence
Beginning to abate 
 
Small capillaries
A flood of warmth
Into the morning crept
 
Of grass and leaves 
Lost their green
Sad and lonely slept
 
A landscape wept
Alive no more
Until she happened there
 
Through jagged glass
She held to me
The world had thus appeared
 
My heart was light 
Free to sing 
I had been released
 
She brought to me
The beauty glass 
And all I could not see
 
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