Just A Pinch Of Love

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The thread that once tied
Into knots of deep trusts,
Now hold themselves on the verge of breaking,
Just like the shattered dusk.

 The bond that once existed,
Demanding their omnipresence,
Is now clutching its way about narrow pavements
Without any sigh of absence.

 A few words summed up,
A few thoughts that differed,
Couldn't get them back again,
Couldn't pay the loss incurred.

 But, even the moon has to set.
High tides don't last longer, low have their turn too.
Relations have diamonds embedded within,
Settle the old, start anew.

 Broken nests are built again,
Torns could be stitched too.
O dear, don't let them go away
Fetching them would rain you tears,
As for when you'll need someone to stand by
Bonds left would be just a few !

 "While in dark , good relations serve a lamp while poor serves the darkest cloud "

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