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Finite
Before the day is over
We must reach an understanding
That we will fall together as softly as the snow
And when our eyes meet
We must agree
That they will pierce the air
Like a streak of sun in a dance with light
And when our lips touch
Upon the darkness that fills the inside
Of us both
We must accept
That they too must part
And leave us with an imprint of memoryTo melt away like that snow
Gone by morning
When the day will be over.
Andrew Griffiths
June 2008