Two broken

 

Youths in the wild wood

Watch the dying daylight fade

Among the ancient ferns,

 

Too broken

 

To see the colors

As they flame across the sky

And promise them warmth.

 

One, broken,

 

Walks through the night shade,

Following the winding path

To find where they are.

 

Unbroken

 

Is the soft silence

When he gazes into their eyes

And carries them homeward.

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