In the morning when the river is quiet

I slip into the shadows

A wandering cloud of a woman

trailing the words of my longing:

Only one dressed in earth


for only one dressed in fire


for only you

by windows in houses

washed by waning rains.

In the evening under faraway stars

I comb my long hair

A woman welcoming.

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