Three restless souls searching for solace,
embarked together to escape the abyss.
A goal without a destination;
a peace without need of elation.
They journeyed forth from place to place;
Endeavoring to pause all time and space.
The sun was still bright, no spot seemed right
so they ventured on, unafraid of the night.
At last they drove to the top of the hill
where the wind seemed calm, and the waves stood still.
Here, the three could freely breathe
with the wide-open sky and never-ending sea.
Concatenated by this, together they grinned,
watching the dew-covered grass quiver in the wind.
Swift Twilight crept in and took the sky
and all three wanderers turned their eye
from one, to two, to a thousand stars.
They surrendered their fears and cleared their scars.
From this place of peace and beauty unmatched,
They could leave but could never be detached.
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