She comes like a moon-breeze
Whisper and pure
Life that crashes about us; Eyes
Like diamond twins gleaming at each other in the
Asphalt star field
Its clouds and matter strewn and twisted in
Cosmic filigree
This light comes a zephyr
Becomes the mistral in her eyes
The black bramble of her hair
The ascension of a star
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