Destiny or Fate's play
Him, abandoned by his own kin,
For an unknown committed sin.
Her, wrapped in scars and wounds,
Walking through a sorrow pit,
In search of a healing kit.
They met, Destiny or Fate's play,
Yearned to love, being clay.
As the trees were about to wither, blossoms bloomed.
After autumn, in the expected cold winter, spring broke through,
Like a ray of hope, healing a life's mistake.
Their life wasn't a fairy tale, still,
An abundance of love lay ahead on the trail.
~Kavi
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Kavi's Scribbles
PoetryJust a person who loves to express thoughts through words A Simple form of crafting happiness ♡
