staring at what could be
our life streaming before
our eyes, particles sifted
mercilessly though
mysteries hidden and
borne out of the light
and wind of your soul,
cascading, swirling, swimming
the opportune moments such
as this, through chances that
unraveled and which our
hands took, though a love
that is nameless but
spirals thriving, giving.
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