Ida Faye

What a delight it might be
For a good sight to see
Two perfect strangers
To the playful hands of time
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We are an offspring of the world unknown,
A seed on a soil as the wind had blown,
To survive is what we must have grown,
Yet fate decides that failure be thrown.
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We’ve loved each other many moons past,
A kind of love that people say will last,
But we’ve traveled the same road too fast,
Hence, when a storm came it was a blast.
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In mornings, when everything is as fresh as dew drops,
I found her staring in the farthest of all horizons,
It wasn't such a sight, but her eyes reflects reality,
And there is nothing as beautiful as the naked truth.
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To the sea of longing,
I have drown,
To the mountains of sorrows,
I have fallen,
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Laugh,
as if there is
no such thing
as pain.
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I am the one that pierces the heart
When distance is fresh as morning dews
When breakups happened seconds ago
When heartaches are unbearable
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I am jailed by my own sorrow,
A lover or two cannot follow,
The roads were not narrow,
And the waters were not shallow.
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