Slowly
the cloud
lifts from
the hills
The sea
mirrors
the emerging
midday sun
A gentle breeze
whispers
of autumn
in the air
Oblivious
the black shadow
brings death
to those unawares
A familiar form
strides
down the hill
long not seen
Bounding up
in boundless joy
the companions
reunite
The other shadow
looks on
as light returns
and warmth resumes
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