We danced to our deaths in a starry embrace,
With tears falling like rain, we hid under the shade.
A dark moment to see our light, which had already faded,
Faded so long ago; nostalgia took control.
With each step, a wrong move was made,
With every wrong, a right should have prevailed.
Yet amidst the chaos, the moon never stopped shining;
Our hands held together, our faith still declining.
We demanded another dance, but we were both spent.
We fought passionately for the things we had lent
To others; our love was like a gift,
Given but never to be received.
Caught in the hand of a witch,
Our fairy tale had lost something majestic
We made magic, but even hoping was tragic.
Down the stairs, our survival was falling;
Our views encroaching ; our hearts grew further apart.
Our paths were diverged, but we still live under the same sun,
Like stars in the sky our journeys will last a lifetime.
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Points in Time
PoetrySnapshots of life's journey A collection of moments that define us. Points in Time is my poetic exploration of love, loss, hope, growth, resilience and self-discovery
