Two streams born of distinct snows
Each bound to where the horizon goes
Two meet divided shores, a fate unkind
Leaving the dearest dream to fall behind.
Though miles apart and poles away
The unuttered fondness chooses to stay
For love turns out an unhealing wound
To silent corridors and empty days bound.
Yet tenderly through the lifetime’s sigh
Beneath the very same open and vast sky
The heart still retains spark, yet silent grace
A ruined shrine, an enduring space.
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