Promise Of December
Questions kept rising,
distance kept growing,
yet in a sky of fading hopes,
there glimmered always—
the spark of a shooting star. 🌠
The universe was listening,
gathering our pieces,
collecting our moments
to write an ending of its own.
For every unfinished story
must one day close—
whether in light,
or in ache…
destiny chooses the ink.
They say true souls are destined,
yet sometimes, it is only a spark—
brief, magical, eternal in memory,
that feels like destiny itself. ✨
But the universe never leaves hearts empty;
when it takes in one world,
it gives in another.
Every ending carries
the shadow of a beginning.
And though our journey may pause,
it has etched a golden mark upon my heart,
forever whispering—
“there will always be a spark,
a new shooting star…” 🌌💫
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