A Lover's Epiphany

Bounded lovers grow apart by the tongue of deceit

Surrounded by the foggy fate that neither one could see

Collections of their accolades wither on the ground

As they lie in cold defeat, within their lust was bound


A longing heart goes far and near to fill its chasmal gap

As silent nights and trying times echo from the past

Silence breaks with woes and pains, cries from one's sore mouth

A poorer heart is better off even in the drouth


This poem is about: 
Our world


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