Light and fate weave their way
In dawn's benign grey
Bursting free from the rills
Shadows dance in light's design
Echoing what's been and what's divine
What will be, will be, it says
While the wind gently sways
Moments merge
Like threads in time
Lost whispers rise
In this rhyme
In the weave
A story's told
Of paths that crossed
Of hearts that hold
In silent spaces
Echoes abide
Unwritten lines
Where hearts reside
The unseen thread
It pulls us through
Into the mystery
Where love is true
In the folds of time
Shadows hide
Fragments of us
In whispers slide
The unsaid words
The unchosen roads
In the mosaic
They find their abodes
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