Every path we tread ultimately finds its close, be it joyous or fraught with woes.
Once, I clasped another's hand in mine, but yours, always open, won my heart in time.
Here I have to admit that no other hand, not even yours, will suffice.
We must let go and accept final farewells, for our journey has reached a fateful end, a path that leads us both to bend.
- Author: Fy_ (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 3rd, 2023 22:01
- Category: Unclassified
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