The story goes from a man to a woman,

From strong love to weak compassion,

From dominant arms to feeble alm,

From smouldering eyes to forest fire calm.

For, did you know love can travel.

From one heart to the another,

Quietly, slowly, bent close to unravel,

The mystic within, a little farther.

But, then comes an uncanny diversion,

Pale, lifeless, grey, dull aversion,

The wind changes, with the myth’s conversion,

Then, the still winds whisper, another version.

Can things grow straight again?

Can life come back to the veins?

Well, there begins a huge bargain,

Heart wins it, yet the mind feigns.


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