Even in asymmetry,
There lies a symmetry,
Not of perfection or finesse,
But of beauty and grace.
A lovely treble,
A lovely face,
We remember, we forget,
These memories trace.
A lovely song,
a lovely scent,
A warm loving embrace,
We seek to regain,
These fortunes gone to waste,
Pillars in the desert,
The barren wasteland,
Our minds, we name.
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PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
