scarlet painted across the sky with a careless hand
the streaks bleeding into the waves below
on a pier we stand bathed in the beauty
the gentle pressure of fingers intertwined
indicating thoughts, i think, aligned
my thought (and yours, I hope) this:
a moment more felicitous could not be found
suffused with such joy and peace profound
what separates us lost in the setting sun
for a moment, at least, not two but one
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