To one who walks through the seven circles, there is no greater comfort for, than company and to reminisce.
To take long walks in
the warm Spring air
below the umbrella of night,
to smell the fresh, damp
earth, hear the snap of
twigs, the rustle of leaves,
to hear another pair of feet
accompanying me.
A tender grasp around my hand...
Is this too much of a dream?
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