What a delight it might be
For a good sight to see
Two perfect strangers
To the playful hands of time
...
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.
...
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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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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Wishful Thinking
What a delight it might be
For a good sight to see
Two perfect strangers
To the playful hands of time
Stranded unexpectedly
One is reserved
To a world unknown
While the other is wise
And loquacious, yet
Time is tricky and playful
Had it been known
She would have stopped
Had it been known
He would have kept his distance
Again, time is tricky and playful
He is a traveler, a citizen of the world
She is a wanderer, an island in a crowd
But for the world they once shared
And for the beliefs they had in common
Nothing seems to be impossible
And now, in a single twist and turn
All she had is a wishful thinking
That their worlds would collide
And for another chance of time
They will live in the same world again