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Last hours (reading one)

She’s there to save him from eternal fire

Touching the light, warm peace of mind they hire

With the labour of love, no coins of desire

In a world unclothed, faith: their only attire

Somehow they know it, they’ re fatally aware

Of the triangle within the secret square

Last hours now nearing, changes are phased

As truth is penniless, all lies: purchased!



Makes me think that ...

The power of our love for another is enduring and eternal.



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Image is by 'Last hours of sunshine in the late summer' by Irina Laube

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