Cosmic Divinity


Maybe we're on different paths
And maybe it's the hour glass
Winding down the moonlit grove
Like grains of sand between our toes

And maybe stars will still align
To cast their mossy, glossy glow
Across the grass for which I pine
Alas, the willow stands alone

If withered roses do subside
In futures with a fate unknown
Collide, I will, with the divine
Translucent in the cosmic flow

And if the withered roses grow
Along the weeping willow tree
No longer will I question fate
No longer will I cease to be

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