Then they were two on a ride
Preaching promises of time
Yet robbing seconds in words
While dancing on hours shores
Empty of the final act.
Drawn to the skies ray of promise
They watched in silence yet acting otherwise
Drowning at the back call of dreams
Where their feet scar the ground
Yet panning for gold.
Called in circles
There they were once again
Gazing past each other's eyes
Now with a renewed call to act
Forgetting the past that once crowned their heads.
Plucking a rose for final tell
They told their tale now in action
Tilling the arid grounds to bloom
Now a refresher course of dreams
And a prospect of the future.
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