She walked into my kitchen
and her hair was loosely wrapped
in braids, brunette, like a halo
softly whisping about her ears
She shined like the moonlight
and smiled like morning, this morning,
and the birds in the sprigs chirped
our eyes scantly catching
There were years between us,
with pain, yes, a continent too
Children who had grown apart
but was she not still in me?
She is still in me but she is
there standing in front of me
We embrace and the two are together
finally, thank you
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