The Winter Fall: Chapter Two

We have heard that it takes two to make a quarrel,

Perhaps this story too has a moral, 

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They say one and one together makes eleven,

But what if one decides to stay in  heaven,

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Heaven is a term of their imaginary comfort planet,

But it seems too far-drawn when they unlock the casket,

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Casket depicts the blindfold they’re holding so far,

That they’ll not leave because I’m  their oxygen bar,

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Perception have their own games,

Sometimes fair to both, sometimes leaving its own fame,

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Owning the gem, conquering the war, not always important,

Important is getting the learnings from the new is where you reach,

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The blame game has begun again, mental calm has been abducted by the pain,

The ground is set though with firey pane,

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But no more subconscious allows me to fight,

However, I’m set to catch a long walk in solo besides,

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Though that was the short shredded insight,

Still hoping the springtime will bloom with sweet delights.