A Non-Magical Tale

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The hours slipped away long, long ago - 

Like beads from broken strings that softly fall - 

They rattled - one more lyrical echo - 

Behind the pages of a book - old and small.

And who would count them, those that swiftly flew

Through faded dreams and wishes never found?

The bed lay crumpled - torn and tangled through - 

Like spider's webs lost, frayed, and unbound,

Abandoned in a cold and dusty place…

Did she deceive him there with hidden lies?

Or did he end it quickly - no embrace,

No truth to pierce through the silence in his eyes?

Their breathless hours faded after all - 

As truths and lies entwined, a tangled thread,

And what began - with hope, so bright, so tall - 

Was crossed out by the words they left unsaid.

For maybe on their path, they somehow lost

A simple thing he never dared to give - 

A gift denied, at an unspoken cost,

While trapped within the life he chose to live.

She stopped - she sought the roads that led to him,

Yet she found pain and cold indifference there.

So off she ran - alone, her hope grown dim - 

No guiding light, just sorrow in the air.

Perhaps their hours slipped like grains of sand - 

Through fingers lost to fate, beyond their hold - 

They chased the winds down every shadowed strand,

Yet all they found was loneliness grown cold.

And what the fate predicts, so must it be - 

Life is no line drawn straight across the sky - 

It bends and breaks in unknown mystery,

And reaches realms where even stars may die.

Each ending births a dawn - a tear, a breath - 

Where hours rise anew from what was broken - 

In waiting veins and hearts defying death - 

A hope - unclaimed - a truth left yet unspoken.

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