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... She came as a gentle breeze
Rare flowers are clothed as her
She is rooted in strength
Such as a fallen tree would lean.
Bent, but not broken
Her whisper is as a roar
Deafeningly quiet
She is all I hear.
She pierced me with a gaze
I am gladly impaled
Not shaken, but embraced
I am supported well.
She sings her song
I am at peace
Two broken halves; a whole
And there is calm.
