She spied him there,
a solitary character in black and grey
as if he were an enlightened shadow
holding back the curtain of the Dark

He spied her there,
an enchanted muse in warm autumn shades
as if she were the essence of Fall
holding back the curtain of Winter

They met in the middle,
the Raven and The Dove,
immersion in a tangled web of reality
and freed by impassioned love:


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