From the edge of cliff
standing side by side together,
looking up in the sky high
and as far as horizon can see us,
thinking of nothing but a dim orange sun
setting in the near west,
and glittering shapes of pigeons fly by,
holding hand in hand like in a garden
with the sounds of water flowing on eardrums,
in the finale of moments shared,
with the last deep breath and a last sigh
we set off to meet the eternal truth.
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