a weary heart stopped crying long enough to see the sky
and she fell in love with beauty there --
out of the dark forest she wandered
into the wide open spaces of peace
afforded by the warmth of the sun
and the promise after the storm clouds passed.
“now i see,” she mused to the emptiness,
“now i see.”
a sudden illumination, leading to a repose
such as this is indeed a welcome reprieve
from the tumult the heart had formerly known.
she stretched out in happy satisfaction
on the cold damp earth
and let the sun dry her out of her soggy state.
dryness and clarity baked into her,
and she began to understand love.
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