I wrote this poem in August 2015 when we were at Comberton Quay and it was a misty but beautiful morning.

In the spectacular silence,
Misty fingers reach out from the riverbank,
Touching, mingling on the water:
Two lost souls come together,
And start their journey
To a secret and private place.
No longer alone,
They disperse as One,
And a New Day begins.

These photos were taken a year later at the same spot.

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