we saw the morning drench greyest hills in gold
and with dawn we found ourselves no longer old
renewed, infinite
we stood on the cusp of the slightest rise
the view upward strewn with newborn sky
we will always climb
darkness clung fast to the towns behind
a sea of loss set fast against divinity
there is no turning
we danced up slopes radiant with sun
and all was young
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very, very well done.
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