Over the horizon we watch them marching
The white they wear co-mingling into a flaxen flood
Surging off into a sea of progress and equality
Lily petals and dove feathers dance with a frenetic grace
Around their bodies like cosmic confetti
In the distance we stand on the fringe
Arms linked not in matrimony
But in morbid curiosity
Bonded by a different love
Hoping that this ceremony heralds a beginning
And that their love will not be the end of us.
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