A bard’s lost love..

Image Such cruel fate the "Moirai" weave,Yearning souls suffer, tied hands leave,and hearts grieve with shallow smiles."Converge!", "Diverge!" the kismet calls;Puppeteer show and dancing dolls;Life trolls the harrowing miles. Worded poems in bard's quivers,Not letters but his heart's slivers,He covers, conceals and hide."Love's just a melancholic play","Forget!" "Move on!" the logic say,and heart obeys to … Continue reading A bard’s lost love..