every beginning must have its ending.
a love story can only be acknowledged by the one who values it.
and lovers, they are standing on the line of fate.
hope. misery. faith.
if the sparks died,
will they pull out the white flag, surrendering?
if the flame bursting inside of man,
will the ashes witness the grief behind anger?
for each things done in the name of love
should meet its consequences.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
