she; not his rising 

where has she been 
this soul embedded deep
a woman heart shaped 
how long her scent lingers
of roses and orchid
amber woods tucked away
far from his love
has she always known eons and wonder
birthed a million suns
does he know her evers
does he read her eyes
touch her pages
perhaps not
For she is not his rising glory
nor setting place
oh but he…

to she…

ageless and dwelling

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