Towards the light they stroll,
Hand in hand, story retold,
Casting two outstretched shadow,
Of a past they endow.
What might this marriage ensue?
Of these two love so true,
Care not of what their future teach,
For now, they stroll the white sand beach.
- Michael Soo
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