Footprints laid behind them in the sand. Sometimes walking side by side, always parallel. Sometimes just one set as one carried the other. Always moving forward never stopping. Sometimes the footprints drift away from each other, but the always returns to the path. Sometimes the prints dance around each other as there makers do. Sometimes the dance. One path is and will be longer than the other as its maker knows it has to be. Always moving towards her dark partner. Her white feathers flow from brown shoulders and are licked with her fiery hair. She is earth and fire, she is light, she is the yang. He sits there just in front of her at the end of his path. Black wings, black hair, ice white skin. Air and water, the darkness, yin. Yet she can't be without him as her eyes prove. One of her own hazel eyes sits in his eye socket, proof to his secret light. One of his sapphire blue ones sits where her eye used to be, reminding her of her inner darkness. He sighs as she approaches and takes her hand. Both sets of wings, black and white takes both fallen angels into the starry sky. Two people, there races never supposed to be together but all was forgotten like a falling feather as they danced against the moon and the starlit sky.
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