The Final Morning

A warm spring morning in the mountains.
We walk together in silence,
I hear the melody of birds, squirrels, chipmunks,
and the steady rhythm of our synchronized steps.
We are on song.
I am at peace with you.
And I am a part of the music of the mountain.

I know that this too shall pass,
but I am certain,
that I will carry this moment in my heart forever.

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Shanti, shanti, shanti, OM.

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