Life Reflects But Destiny Rejects - Poem by simran sanganeria
It's like a mirror kept across,
if only life could be seen,
it's like someone's playing cross,
who is so interested and keen...
Every right step of mine,
becomes her left step,
and every left step of hers,
becomes the right for me...
The pattern is something temporary,
the light is always opposite,
but for us it's really necessary,
to know every piece and bit...
Sometimes she's the object,
and sometimes me,
but when we become an image,
there's nothing left to see...
Her lessons become mine,
and mine become hers,
like a long life of one,
divided and made kurz*...
*kurz- german word- meaning- short
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