"Great men often question their victory,for they don't want it to be the end to their journey."
~saptarshi

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"Great men often question their victory,for they don't want it to be the end to their journey."
~saptarshi
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Pages by @Wolfe_Words
I was Noah, wrote letters and spoke poetry. He was a different book. Though our words and stories collided, our hearts soon retreated to their different pages, to their different books. Trapped in shelves, never to be read, let alone dared to be touched again. Our happy ever after was a momentary fix Fixed in a façade of collages that solidified The intensity of our being I was an apple, not of his eye but of enchanted seeds that bred with them Eternal flames of sorrow, pain and despise. The yellow brick road we took Led to diverging curves that held one soul in each end The canoe holding your bodies tore in half Sending us both to different destinations Neither one willing to drown My glass slipper shattered Its shards of sharp edges screaming through his soul Leaving the kind of scars known to him and I Leaving streaks of our short-lived love Tales the world holds no narrative of It was fiction Tales of a writer and an ordinary soul Two souls from different timelines Our notebook remain with unwritten pages Forgotten