And then, the flow began: The life that was their own, The life that was her own That urged a broad wingspan; No longer words, alone No longer friends outgrown.... She found true love without a man; Won lands afar without a throne; Traversed where none had ever flown - And all of this, without a plan, Without a soul yet to condone The very life she'd only known With only whispers of "I can...!" She lifts her eyes, will not bemoan The very life, love some'd disown; Though from malaise he'd said she ran, Through heartaches, breaks come on full-blown, She'd come to now, to but intone, To sing like ancient Solomon Her heart's truth, life, love depone In psalms, her soul's brilliant lodestone; To find in sweet, attentive span And unfailingly true touchstone Her life, her love ne'er to atone... And then, and so her flow began....
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