Your presence is no longer foreign

A woman is running
towards me,
happy and free.
No longer the sad rage.
Her beauty melts
the cold morning mist.
The woman becomes blue,
within the trees of light.
And the early morning clouds
whisper to each other.
Such passions of love,
tied to their bodies.

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