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She stood out there.
In the wind where no air existed.
Patiently waiting between the silence,
praising heavens with no lips.
beautiful and stoic.
Like the wind.
He threaded in secret.
To the stars afraid of light.
Travelling with no promise of home,
embracing her shadow cold.
hopeful and lost.
Like the stars.
They were two fated souls.
Seeking yesterday and tomorrow.
Bearing their promises deep in bone,
wallowing the shallows alone.
True and Torn.
Like their souls.
Someday.
Perhaps,
the wind could breath.
and the stars might shine.
Till then,
they will keep existing,
in a world where being broken,
defines being whole in magnificent depths.
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"Will you be there?"
"Just as you left. I'll be."
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PoetryWords are like water in the midst of a dessert that is our cruel world.
