Two tap their Cupsto honor the truce.
Clinking of glass
brings together this deuce.
A union, healed, walks
the common grounds
and shares in reclaiming
the peace that's been found.
It attracts an agreement
to forgive and forget.
What was severed
is bonded as linked opposites.
Connected, they sip
til the waters run thin
and permit themselves,
open, to be drawn in.
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