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There was a time

where the forest, green upon green,

climaxed in an endless communion

of things yet to be.

The pines whispered omens of the

finite distance,

the frolicking yearlings

keeping a vigil to toll the time.



Quietly searching,

your hand touched mine...

and we knew love.



And now, years long past,

I retrace each day with words,

the pages drenched with sobs

seen only by me.

I scan the universe

for a fragrance of times past

but there is nothing...

there is nothing.



Yet in quiet times,

your hand touches mine...

and I remember love.