He started a year ago,
to know his thoughts better,
to hear them,
to hear him.
No longer enjoying the red nectar,
aged to glories,
treasured.
She started a year ago,
to share His thoughts better,
to teach them,
to show them.
Ceasing to delight in the fruit,
traveling to taste them,
on sunny days.
Their trains collided,
most unexpectedly,
according to plan.
Tracks slowly realigned,
as they travel together,
foreward into the new city.
The end up ahead,
their beginning.
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