A gentle breeze rustles the leaves,
And scatters my thoughts across the spring green lawn.
I cherish the slight chill in the air,
And the long overdue calm it lends my mind.
Both bring us closer tour own truths.

Looking through open windows with silken curtains,
I put to rest memories of locked doors and lost keys
That kept us both within yet without for so long.

Throwing rocks into the waters with childlike abandon,
The shallow tide ripples with laughter
On this foreign, familiar shore,
Where heroes have risen and fallen before us.

Feeling their purpose.
Reimagining their passion.
Cold finger and warm hearts,
Once abandoned,
Now forever intertwined.

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