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American Semele (Edit) (Sonnet) by Sasha
A cozy house's doorway bore a girl
Swaddled in white and cradled by warm air
Down earthward steps with the attendant twirl
Of the wind's fingers in her perfect hair.
Seeking enlightenment she went away
And found dark learning in a stranger's bed
But wept at the forbidding ring that lay
On his right hand that lay on her pale head.
He cast her into cold and urban night
To wander down the streets of men who'd pay,
With dyed hair that pure wind no longer twirled.
The alleys' ghost, despairing for the light
That heaven hid from her with smoggy gray,
She knew herself betrayed into the world.
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