| The August sun’s heat held closely
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| We set out with minds aligned with time
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| Our bridges were fresh and sturdy
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| With kinship our story has written itself
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| September brought leaves and distance
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| we set out with arms conjoined like chains
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| When one fell the motion kept forward
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| Blank chapters now filled with verses
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| October we broke all our verses for conflict
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| A conflict that steals the heart from the mind
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| We branch out like birds that have fled from the nest
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| A week’s miles has power to destroy a bond
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| November brought cold air but wheels kept moving
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| Another concrete trail with lines moving west
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| Arrival is late but in time for learning
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| A new bright light breaks out from the fog
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| Months fly by without much conversing
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| Our mindsets assured in our words
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| July’s sun brought new warmth to shoulders
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| One late night has mended our wounds
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| Seasons change with hours
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| Climates are brave in towns
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| Voices ring like church bells
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| Our words stand with time
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| In winter our arms form new links made strong
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| Blank chapters now filled with verse
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| These verses show readers the pictures of history
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| Words will age but never fade |