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The wind stands still as all breath is held,
Branches suspended as thin as belief
As together the moment is shared staring deeply
Into colours unique, yet seeing what's underneath.

The fog surrenders its hold of world's shades of grey,
Revealing in its wake isolation and night
Where, though alone, loneliness cannot go
As embraces avoid time and create their own light.

Orbs shine overhead; an annual miracle
That only holds meaning for minds intertwound.
Solace attained in the warmth of each other,
Realizing perfection, now happiness is found.

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