Our Path

Take a trip
Down a forgotten
Path
Where only you

And I exist.
Stay just a
While
To speak of

All the things
We don't need
To say
When love comes

Calling for us
One day. And
We can
Promise nothing

And have nothing
To wait for
But
The soft cries

Of the river
That invites
Us
To our Terra Incognita. 

The End

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