Silently,
through morning's light gray sheen,
I see a figure coming,
coming towards me.
Through the mist,
she strolls up through the mist,
sublime, silvery beauty,
can't make sense of this.
Who she is...
I don't know who she is,
she speaks only in whispers,
I can't quite hear it.
Just a kiss,
a soft, unplanned for kiss,
it feels so otherworldly,
her breath just a wisp.
On her way,
she's moving...
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