A shiver went down my spine,
Cold it was, as stone
and yet,
It raged,
like a fire
fiery and insistent
I knew instantly,
Fate has played a game,
yet again,
I knew,
Things will never be same..
And then,
Illusions were re-made,
Yet again!
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inset of a logical image from life knew instantly, Fate has played a game, yet again, I knew, Things will never be same.. And then,