A beautiful image of waters coursing in a fountain
in the distance the rise of the sleeping mountain.
The sun surrendering to her lover the night
and two souls bathed in the mystic light
There is a silence but a dozen thoughts are heard
an understanding of spirits without uttering a word
An understanding of each others souls and hearts
a binding that neither time or space parts
or steals away.
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