Nougat in Laingholm.

We shall go our separate ways,
On separate tracks through untold days
What once was joined shall move apart
Two paths now run, from single start
No bitter taste in our farewell,
Just joy which speech could never spell,
And when our tracks do meet again
You shall remain my sweetest friend.

For all these storms, we could not have weathered
Without that Love which holds us tethered.

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