Destinot Poem by Arik Fletcher

Destinot



Hot with passion,
Cold with shame,
Beauty with a secret name,

Sun by day,
And star by night,
Kiss so sweet but far from right,

Love and laughter,
Fear and doubt,
Strangers to the world about,

Light and dark,
Two souls one heart,
Doomed before they even start.

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