A soft warmth in the palms which resulted in a bitter sweet sense of joy,
A torment of arguments as opposite tides crash against another.. holding two innocent souls in their hands,
An aftermath of silence to respect the coming of the new year,
A regretful and sorrowful parting as they leave,
A gift it was, but it was never meant to stay.
Goodbye Nian and Bru
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