There he stood
By the brook
Looking over the vast fields
With an aura of perfection sealed
Waiting for his lover to return home
After a long day he knew his lover must be worn
He knew his lover was fighting a war in a land far from home
A war not of fighting but of helping those less fortunate and providing them a dome
He wished he too like his lover had wings
But the gods had given him roots to sing
So there he stood every evening
In a place he overlooked everything he loved seeing
And as the sun went down he sent his last thought of the day to his lover
Knowing that his lover too did the same
As he closed his eyes he could see them holding hands as they walked into the sunset
And thanked the gods for the day that they had met
-Stranger
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