Fates Curse - Poem by Amelia Murray
It has been eons since we've met.
We have each grown a little older and wiser.
We have traveled through various hearts and many losses,
but we still yearn for a gentle peck.
The distance between us is like a mighty lake
and as thin as a weeping willows leaf.
Mountains separate us in the middle,
but we refuse to let our thoughts break.
When we get a rare chance, we share.
We spill our happiness and our darkness.
Starting with a drop and turning into a waterfall.
The sun dances on the water showing once again, we care.
When luck favored us we found ourselves together.
We spared every possible moment before the frightful end.
Regrettably we were too young to capture what we saw,
but the memories remain.
Before the time comes for our bells to give their final chime.
As fate has it, we don't get to know when life will end,
but we know before either of our gloomy days.
We will share a cloak-and-dagger moment that we will treasure for all time.
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