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Destiny

By Colloquial Wordsmiths

He thought it was a bond,

that they shared.

They had something for each other,

their eyes glared.

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But the destiny always

play it’s role.

Breaking up the connections,

ripping apart the soul.

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He had a bruised heart,

with no medication to control his pain.

The day he heard her melancholic voice,

he found the potion for his retrains.

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Once again in his life,

he was at fault.

She treated him unknown,

and he gave her key of his heart vault.

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The day was black and catastrophic,

as he stood numb and awaited.

There was some plans in the stars,

the destiny pardoned and stated.

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When he lost all the hopes

and did cut his strings.

Once again that smile, that damn smile

gave him wings.

-Amber (Reyansh) Mishra [DEDICATED]


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