A couple out for an evening stroll,
A slow stroll, an old stroll. Ancient;
Rooted in the firm place of older age;
Elements and conditions of life no
Longer have capacity to surprise, yet
Joy is found in the simple things. Still.
The movement is slow, as I watch them
Seemingly standing still, I see the motion,
A tango with aeons and kalpas of practice.
For some reason, your image made me think those folks could be a pair of helium atoms, circling, circling, circling and when the dance stops they sit still in the nuclear center.
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