"With the threads of fate the wheel now turns.
In favor of; the lovers return.
Patience from both, now the truth unfolds.
Strings of fate being the lovers third wheel.
Desperately searching in every new appeal.
One star crossed twin, reflecting harsher than the sun,
the other cowering back with a crescent one.
Their love so bright, the depths stare back.
Never understanding, times own track.
Lost from past armor building their hearts.
Love being the dance; their final departs."
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Poetry"With curious eyes you shall find - a lost story left inside." --Book of poems
