All around they skip about, full of desire and passion. A simple touch here, a fleeting glance there, fire in their eyes, an undying torch for a soul. Twinkling and sparkling, they fill the enveloping night with brazen flames.
To the side I hide, swiftly beneath the swaying leaves of the willow. Drifting in the sea of darkness, no pleasures abode. I long to reach out, stretch to my limit, but fear and self doubt bind my every move. There I stand, sinking deeper without the possibility of return.
All around they dance and sway. Their hearts interchanging in song, a love united. As one they stand, the softest touch, the sweetest kiss. In this moment, they exist in life together, strong and solid as the mighty willow.
The leaves of the willow tickle my cheek as the balmy night air rustles through. In the solitude, it becomes painfully obvious the demise I face. A life without a warm embrace in which to flee as the waves of despair come crashing in. The opportunity slipped gleefully through my clinging fingers. This is the end of certainty, the end of forgiveness.
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