It was fate or maybe time,
that spoke the truth,
yours and mine,
while our lives,
glide over the silence left behind.
I found peace within me,
and the world is here again,
left one behind, a silhouette.
I called the sky, the stars nearby,
they blinked instead,
twinkling life where I am.
All the worlds now shine so far,
and the journey is destiny,
the silhouette is lost in time,
and there's no space for its agony.
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