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This Is The Start

This is the start
in a cycle of kisses.
The end of a river
at the edge of the sea.
The end of a sunset
and the dawn of a dream.
A warm soft floating
in salt water green.

This is the start
of big explorations,
of lands filled with castles,
and sad rainbow mist.
A single star beckons
to follow his light.
An imperfect journey
but one shared, tonight.

This is the end
of deep contemplation.
Of seeing what matters,
and seeking one's way.
The end of a chapter
recited by heart.
The end of a poem.
This is the start.