💕💖💕Red strings intertwined and calloused some pondering hearts of time;
Forbidden fruits captured young and old and yonder call with the scents of thyme;
The numbered wanderers searched to foreign lands be near or far,
Unable to claim their purpose beyond a pernicious star.
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Weary and worn from traverse are their souls, to rest they dwelt supine;
With a match among the countenance of the legions of earthly dwelling men;
Far are the chances to see one's untold glimpses of the future's story line;
But to be hurled away and cradled in the kismet's mysteriously woven timeline.
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Unsung were the forthcoming of tomorrows carved on the chronological grains of sand;
Who art can utter out the sight of what's install for each living souls from the great beyond?
For neither death nor life reveals to unravel a person's pending fate;
Howbeit, only the kismet knows how to entangle the sands that time will create.
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Wind Whispers Wonderworks
Poetry(completed) Poem collection #1 "Express anything in poetic writing" A collection of Poetry #AERIXIELDAIMINSE