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

dancing across his full
and trembling
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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