QUIET 

  The sky, clear, cold and kind shining with stars that sing gloriously, fills our heads with its music as we walk arm in arm. Our thoughts lean to each other and the song plays between us without a sound. It has been like this forever and yet it has begun only now. The quiet that we felt before is no more, even without speaking a word, everywhere love shouts boldly, happily.

   
     Quiet descends over us, shuts out the world except for the two who become one. The sun burns out the summer day, bleaches the energy and color from everything except our shared world, and defeatedly sinks into the horizon, leaving us alone again, as the two who become one.
   
     
        Quiet embraces us, and we hear only each other. Hearts beat loudly, whispers become shouts and always the music crescendos between us 

   
     The two become one.

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