Fulfilled

the glint of
summer, and
its gentle storms that ignite the very sky
flash
fierce across her
young eyes.

and,
dancing across his full
and trembling
lips,
the promise
of a thousand tomorrows.


and so they walk on,
with neither hope,
nor care
for what may come.



with this moment won,
nothing more needs be done

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