2066.9

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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