he was a loner
quietly observing life
Seeing but not really believing
he just accept what is in plain sight
she is a dreamer
happily celebrating life
believing without seeing
she holds on to her faith so tight
then fate played a game
where the two caught the flame
and they can't help their hands entwined
now the loner is a dreamer
and the dreamer's faith is stronger
the game that fate had played
Was purely heaven made..
~majo649
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A Musings
PoetryA collection of my random thoughts written as they come to me.. in the form of poems or short stories. The Musings of a wandering soul..
