Where Fate Brings
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Last published Wed, Apr 30, 2025
We met when stars forgot to shine,
In stolen glances, yours and mine.
No words were said, no promises made,
Just love that bloomed and softly stayed.
You were the silence I longed to hear,
The almost-touch I held so near.
But walls were built by blood and name,
And love was caught in quiet flame.
Still, in my heart, your echo rings,
I'm chasing hope where fate still clings.
And if we meet in skies above-
Just say "yes"... and call it love.
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