Ms. March

She, in her warmth
Feels without question
As a cool cloth to the forehead

The solar flare she wears
Increasingly into the night
Declares darkness no longer a dread
But a mystery to move through
Past the lesser light
Back to dawn’s delight

Revolve ‘round her
Thrive with her
She, in her warmth

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