Her face lifts to
the dawn of him,
the distance
a high wall.
Like rose
to trellis scaling
to her dawn
her cloudless all,
she longs to see
his garden,
both the petal
and the thorn,
to know the rain
that falls on it,
to weather
fair and storm.
Devotion.
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