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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