Omen!
The soul connection she felt with him was her first omen!
Most precious one but may be not the happiest.
Last winter, the green leaves dried out.
East wind changed it's fragrance.
Words of moment were altered.
Sign of Olives came by that wind,
was like the last one.
That time, she forgot the quest of treasure,
Distance of thought was getting higher than ever.
But she thought the cascade of waiting is over.
Maktub!
It was the time of realism for Another Omen,
No Time for lamenting for the past thought she had.
Maktub! New omen comes by changing the path of destiny, Not the destiny itself.
Persue of life meant to be followed anyway!
The Enchanted dream that she has ,
was the part of her melody of soul;
Only meant to become true.
After the long night,
At the moment of dawn,
Silence of heaven whispers the eternal truth of destiny!
Maktub!
Sep 18, 2020
Sep 18, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC
Omen!
The soul connection she felt with him was her first omen!
Most precious one but may be not the happiest.
Last winter, the green leaves dried out.
East wind changed it's fragrance.
Words of moment were altered.
Sign of Olives came by that wind,
was like the last one.
That time, she forgot the quest of treasure,
Distance of thought was getting higher than ever.
But she thought the cascade of waiting is over.
Maktub!
It was the time of realism for Another Omen,
No Time for lamenting for the past thought she had.
Maktub! New omen comes by changing the path of destiny, Not the destiny itself.
Persue of life meant to be followed anyway!
The Enchanted dream that she has ,
was the part of her melody of soul;
Only meant to become true.
After the long night,
At the moment of dawn,
Silence of heaven whispers the eternal truth of destiny!
Maktub!
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