I was in the willows
Starving
Cold.
Hence, came a stranger
Strong
Bold
Her delicate feet
Kissed the ground barefoot
Summer hued tresses
Cascaded down her back
She was awake
So alert.
Her gaze
Piercing
Fire imbued orbs
And I melted.
The heat
Inspired
Starred extravagance
The last bastion;
Our evolution
Encapsulated
In an ion.
Hence, came a stranger
Strong
Bold
But, strangely...
She was me.
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