shadows standing empty
as we moved from the tree,
he worked with sweat for bread,
she wore only handmade dresses
fabric accumulated from a saving mother,
he had written to her heart
as it understood the depth
that his motive went to,
every day in lengthy plan
hours conceived into moments
stolen away from the factory
to the hill,
sanctuary of silence from the state
propaganda and revolution,
fresh baked filled the air with a resonance,
they as patriots fervent as they are lovers,
planned wedding and battle
as an intertwined plan,
analogy of expectation
that had no sourness,
ignore siting safe indoors
sound the bells of union,
warm tingle of happiness
before the steely clamor
of guns
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