This is where we are
the shallow valley of the end.
Sparse, yet indignant trees paper the arcs of the land,
with their leaves falling not close from above,
speckling the rough grass and lustrous stone.
Dew drops cling practically everywhere
and we receive equal portion of what is deserving.
Unprecedented is reality here.
I know all the things I knew.
Yet, it was all new; so, silently we then swore secretly.
to never lye as King & Queen forever
not alone in the valley
the shallow valley of the end.
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