If destiny's not mean and playful,
I'm with you already when I first saw the light,
I would hear your steps as you call,
On that very moment, that night.
If destiny's kind and caring enough,
Those flying kites would be falling hearts,
And downpour would be a product of love;
But rare are the kind ‘gray clouds’.
Destiny loves lonely turns,
Sees quirks as heavenly boons,
And if it should play with our souls,
Let's win this battle and cover the holes.
[December 2013]
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