Ink Empress' Love Or Pain Contest Written 24 October 24
When the sparrow meets the long nights webbed in the gentleness of every beat that marks your heart; only then will we find a faraway world coming together as graceful leaves mix with the branches of our souls; for the length of time is never kind though precious-- our testament to be one connects us through serendipitous pulses : We may not be together, yet we feel the same rain , same tears, and language unbidden. .. Is this what long distance love is made of? We bind the folds of seasons and still know how we live in any moment of an eon-- a love made in a place called heaven's fate, staying in touch through deep intuition and prayer - that we forego season's ticks, sometimes... A hundred years may pass, yet we know, this love infinite will bind the hues of devotion 's thread, stronger than the fabric of time's test. palette of seasons changes from neutral to bold surpassed by love's strokes
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