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Clandestine meet swift in passages of rite
Once in lust for days, otherwise thiefs’ of night
Horizons of love, is such a melancholy display
Theatrics beginning with lightning flashes preamble,
The boom of karma is an all known ending, yet unheard
Passion gathers atop such a mount of heighten heights
Storm clouds come closer, threatening delight
Reality crashes the atmospheric instance like twilight
Sunshine and reign battle to the death, what a fright
The shine heads higher just as the brow frowned its crown
The battle is over as there is no winner, so losers forget
Lost in a brief shower of pang so drenching, the dry is slow to return
For it is said, someone’s heart has been broken, between lovers concerned
One has moved on, while the other’s heart bleeds grief, in hopes of returns…
