A rush of wind


Fairest skin
And pale blue eyes
Reminiscent
Of the skies

A shining glint
That doth belie
The calm
Before a storm

A rush of wind
Becomes my breath
My mortal heart
Hath come bereft

She stole my soul
With fondest theft
Her fire
Keeps me warm

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