Two warriors escape their terrors on a mountainside view
Living stranger lives; from their pasts' long overdue
Smelling finest air and feeling mountain's crunch
Up here; far away; they can forget about so much
Is it love between the two? or love of the escape?
The healing leads toward a human intersecting drape
And no question remains; they are one and the same
The love and escape; a real living plain
One which to lie on; and grow old and fat.
Children of God.
He leaves us with a pat.
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