Seeing sunflowers and serenity
Soaking in the presence of togetherness.
Nestled closely
Holding on to what they could
For they knew that the demon was coming
Distance would find them
And tear to shreds
The threads of happiness in
Early morning whispers
Strolls through the park
Leaving only the feeling of emptiness
Embedded in their hearts
Distance is the demon and
Circumstance is his brother,
Two forces forcing this separation
Father Time is another
They looked up
To see if there was something
Something to lead them
To the solution
The picture perfect potion
They were looking all night
But the dark cold sky
Was just starless.
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