She searches herself in him,
he in her, only the two can join.
Thoughts on wings, words mute.
Hearts swing, oneness they feel.
The sea and the desert never meet,
that is when love turns out to be a crime.
Grief entombs dreams
all nine doors of hell shift to the earth
also the trees with swords as leaves
life ahead difficult.
Soon they become
the accused, judge, executioners.
Sinners turn mourners
raise RIP epitaph
over their mortal remains
long after the invincible souls transcend,
their infinity scoffs at mankind
from higher echelons.
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