Love's Away on a Holiday
Those days, our memories
The seamless past.
Dancing giddy and gay through the trees.
Flawless in its beauty
Beatless, patternless.
Arbitrary in itself.
Who knows.
What I do know is that this can’t be it.
It can’t all just end here.
We have so much to live for,
If not today, then tomorrow.
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