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| She sits on the window ledge and gazes out at the sky.
Wonders if "The One" is out there, or alone she will die. People always tell her, "Everyone's other half is here, somewhere." But trying to find them in a world of over six billion; seems so unfair. The clouds roll in, the wind dies down, The locusts' songs are the only sound. A storm is coming, full of turmoil and anger; She notices birds take flight, away from the closing danger. He sits on his front stairs, hears the distant claps of thunder. Feeling as though his heart has been torn asunder. People always tell him, "Everyone's other half is here, somewhere." But trying to find them in a world of over six billion; seems so unfair. He notices the locusts have changed their tone, And little critters to their dwellings, they have gone. He feels the warm rain drop caress his face. The silent tears he sheds, as he longs for her embrace. She sees the rain pour down in sheets; Goes outside; The rain, she welcomes and greets. She starts to cry but the rain masks her tears, She begs The Fates to have him found, to erase her fears. The silent screams that his heart cries out, Overpowers the thunder, which is so very loud. He continues to let the rain fall on him freely. He begs The Fates to have her found, which would be ideally. Will these two souls ever become one? No - This is what The Fates consider their "fun." These people will find someone else whom they will "settle" for. The chances of finding "The One" seems little more then a lore. They will neither have true happiness, nor complete peace Until they find each other in death, til then, no release. It is the way it tends to work out sometimes. No - Wait, this is how it ALWAYS works - This hell called life. (c) copyright 8/27/05 Melia Teka |
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