It's at it again,
Fate, and its games.
Ripples of hope,
weaved unto threads of dispair.
He was at it again,
With his grace,
and that embrace.
Same eyes of old,
Same contentment,
Same containment.
You ought to have quit it!
I have...
Destiny's been cooking,
This feast of abundance,
In his shape, and very form.
He only had to deliver.
Showed up,
In his glowing essence,
Showed up,
With your buried longing.
Small talk,
Big exchange.
The rest is to God, his angels,
And some two souls' unfinished work...
Just you smile
Teared up woman,
It's only just another cycle,
Brace yourself,
Here we go again.
Spiral away,
Or stand your ground.
It matters very little,
But you know that already.
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