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A Gift to Herself

Through the frosted window I envied Her.
She was singular entity amongst a stadium of
disciples. She was alone but filled with desire,
for she had the knowledge and the aspiration
to be the greatest gift, a gift to herself.

Through the frosted window I admired Her.
She was made of sunbeams that shone
against the glass of every skylight
that shone into the universe, she was
Eternal.

Through the frosted window I loved Her.
She was sovereign and self-assured
and ready for the climax of her life,
she was restless and eager and willing
to change.

Through the window I watched Her leave.

And I followed.

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Writer and Poet. MLitt Creative Writing BA Hons English Literature

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