Her heart writes its song among the clouds,
floating free, effortlessly,
above the valley she once dwelled.
Breath inhales the kiss of a serene cerulean sky,
airy waves in tranquility's plumes
caress with lips of euphoria's spell.
Strolling joy's mountaintop,
silky chill of desire's Deja vue
drapes from dream that finally came true,
past left so far below
in the shadowy desert where she lived
as passion's vagabond.
Ivory lace of rapture, pure and so sublime,
clothes her soul,
today she weds forgiveness
replacing the celibacy of guilt,
finally ascending to heaven of acceptance,
a paradise within fragrant in inner healing
where she has learned to love herself.
Honorable mention
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