Is It Fate ? Of all the days and nights when you and I did share our time and slumber within sight of one another. Of all the times that we did laugh or we did cry upon the beach, as we walked and talked of what is us and of the world. Of all the moments; suddenly happy, decidedly funny spontaneously igniting discovering a hidden flint. How were we to know of the disaster that was imminent Of all the things that did occur between us two. Oh, what were we to do? Is it fate that we no longer communicate?
Reason for writing:
The age old reason of trying to understand why it is that two people who are together decide to part...and so the world turnsBirth sign: Not entered
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