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MICAH ROBINSON'S

LOVERS
WRITTEN 2/13/97 THURSDAY 8:00A.M.

The honey mooners sit watching
the Aurora of greens and reds as
they sit in the cold. The only
attention given is to each other.
The love shown between is present.
2 Score and five years after the wife
dies, the trial of life has foretold the death
of her, kills him from within. The love
within the both meet again in another
time and place only to find that they
will separate from the same trial once
again. The choice again appears for
another. Will the same thing happen to us.
Will we meet under the star lit night one
night in June when the stars shine upon us
like stage lights shining upon the actors
as does the moon during a crisp
fall night. Will we share the light of love
as does lovers, will we suffer a fate
of hate and remorse, does it
even matter to anyone any more?