Two lanterns wander through the night,
Their golden arcs in parallel,
Like whispered thoughts that take to flight
From hearts that dare not speak as well.
A river hums its steady tune,
The sky drifts by in parallel—
Two mirrors split the quiet moon,
Yet join where all reflections dwell.
So you and I move side by side,
Our paths aligned in parallel:
Not bound, yet never misapplied—
A harmony no map can tell.
And should the lines one day converge,
Or further run in parallel,
The truth remains in every merge:
We walked the distance just as well.
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