Strings Of Destiny V-Ii Poem by Alaude Solus

Played without knowing the cards on his hand,
The game of destiny seems difficult.
It sometimes feels like counting grains of sand,
As many feelings concealed always felt.
But there’s this feeling of excitement
That a long string is tied up to his arm
More than gold awaits at the rainbow’s end.
What lies ahead, he wills to take death’s harm.
And even though the road is still quite far,
He already knows what the feeling is.
A feeling; love stories made familiar.
In the end, he finds the one he had missed.

Le corde del destino a legano cieme
Intrecciando i nuostri cuori,
formando un amore che dura