I recite our story in poetry,

crushed into my bones.

 

An avalanche,

that gush over steep mountains,

 

of everlasting love songs

rustling through tree tops;

 

like a slow dance

over dry grass, that stirs

still-waters of my heart

with thoughts of you.

 

My divine souls retreat.

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