Star- crossed

Poetry form :- Double Etheree Thoughts :- What is it to be a moon who waxes and wanes all the time? She chooses to be a crescent, a smile for her companion to see and cherish.

Lines of fate

Thoughts :- This poem is written keeping in mind those times which make no sense whatsoever while they occur, but only after sometime realisation dawns and bingo, things strangely becomes crystal clear.

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