Lilt my steps on the dusty hollow
I traced my gentle fingers swiftly
Rummaging around to brush off my sorrow
and there were you
In the moment of ephiphany
A gentle soul I see
as fragile and demure
filling my pity heart, felicity
As I then see, you
re just what I ought to be
I touched the pattern of your scars
to find me, being mirrored, it's bizarre
who would have thought
An effervescent soul would conflate along with a soul of languour
You and I, we made a pact
to engrave the road ahead with faith
though nothing last in eternity
Glad to see you, my serendipity
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