The curve of his lips, once
complemented her melancholic soul
same as the dark sky
was completed by the crescent moon

The glimmer in his eyes, once
complemented her fears
same as the inky horizon
fading completely at the dawn

Her broken boat, for once
was complemented by his strong oars
same as the fragile plantlets
grounded completely by the roots
in the Wild Storm.
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