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Daily Deviation
January 20, 2015
the destiny of fate and time by Serendiipitii, as the suggester says, "combines beauty, emotion, and skillful technique."
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soul to soul;
red ribbon of fate
why couldn't you have thrown her
in the irish wind
back then
instead of so late --
heart to heart;
silver string of time
why wouldn't you bring them together
when they called out
looking for their soulmates
and the one they could call 'mine' --
eye to eye;
golden weave of destiny
why would you wait so long
to have them now
be loved by the other when
they have known, for so long, with such clarity -
red ribbon of fate
why couldn't you have thrown her
in the irish wind
back then
instead of so late --
heart to heart;
silver string of time
why wouldn't you bring them together
when they called out
looking for their soulmates
and the one they could call 'mine' --
eye to eye;
golden weave of destiny
why would you wait so long
to have them now
be loved by the other when
they have known, for so long, with such clarity -
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