By Naia Zifu

The wind stirs her hair like blades of grass in a summer meadow

A soft place to fall, to bask in the warmth of her golden eyes

That see into the deepest shadows of my mind, to know all my secrets

Long ivory fingers like keys to unlock all her own

Until experience becomes a blur, and I can't tell where her life ends and mine begins

Or if they were one all along

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