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Our Journey

From a hill top, we traced our journey here
through virgin snow we carved, then disappeared.
From a cloud top, the sun through heaven rolled
until it fell and splashed a yellow-blue.

Smooth mounds of white raced away
like ripples on a silent summer pond and
left no trace of where they started nor end.

We sketched our love upon each other's souls,
then carved once more a path that's only ours.

Across the meadows mysteries were solved,
once hidden in a relationship so new;
much like snow, the truths beneath would hide.

Tall soldier lines of birches on the crest
threw long thin shadows across the white -
like ribbons of a past now lost and gray
and hidden edges left beyond a prayer
tempt us with this way we must explore.

We started two - in one we disappear...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 12/19/2018 4:21:00 PM
Great line 'tall soldier lines of birches on the crest' - all so impressive!
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