the mountain air is quite crisp
and the smell of maples and pine
fills their lungs with something brand new.
At 2066 high
where the land meets the bright blue sky
and birds dare to spread wings and soar,
where they can see everything.
At 2066 feet
two young hearts begin to beat,
for perhaps the very first time,
together as love starts to grow.
Up at 2066,
above the crunching of dry sticks,
you can hear two souls come to see
without each other, they can’t be.
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As! Cute little love story. I wish I was that lucky.
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