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for you, adam

The mist clears
And all around me I see
Hills like slumbering
Women, backs slackened
In early morning sleep.
We've stayed awake
To see this,
Talking and learning to
Love each other
Though we will forget a year later.
The jewels of light
That string the women's
Necks fall silent
And so do we.
We're wet from
Morning condensation
But we don't mistake
Dew for tears.
Youth is hungry
And our eyes are wide
Because the beauty
Of the morning
Frightens us as if
We're seeing it
For the first time.

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