The heat may scorch my lungs and the wind may blister my skin,
But I have been without the sun for far too long.
I woke up to find myself here,
bathing in this summer night.
These woods open up and dance,
the trees creaking in unison.
Nothing is truly beautiful,
Without some measure of challenge,
So love will be our end ascent.
I have slept through the dark of winter,
Arisen into the beginnings of spring,
And walked into the halls of summer.
I am adrift and at peace.
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