This seemed to be a week about Oblivion Corpus. And it shall continue to be. Here is another one! Enjoy. 🙂
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Only glances on the kilim
But we fly high so high
Above the rain and sky
Intertwined and dim.
Only meeting on the pillow
But we dream something greater
Bigger place and a time better
For our dreams and hopes below.
Why have you come my way?
An idea of the mystifying Fate
Must have opened the wrong gate
Because we weren’t ready yet
Unable to let go since we’ve met.