August 2, 2025

Same Kismet

Two destinies detested in a burning woods 
And beseech thee my stallion I travelled both lands
And double travellers in diverse lands
And looked down on both with fair sight 
To where they bent at the crossroads of heavenly moisture 
Then took both with fair sight in more than two lifetimes
And become double wiser with sharpest wit
Because it was the learning curve and learned curve that barely dim
Though as for the burning woods with burning cheeks 
No one ever dares to pity them with golden empathy 
Had foretaste and foreseen glorious sun from golden hills 
And both borderlands equally lay with golden roses
Depending on the visages of the visionary sojourner
O I kept both journey every single day 
Yet I know the burning woods with the burning cheeks 
Will soon grow beyond yelling valleys
I shall not tell you with my beautiful anecdote 
And then cry of regret and then show no remote control nor a remorse of golden valleys 
Two destinies detested in the burning woods 
And I took the bravery by the head to follow those uncommon vision 
To follow two destinies detested in the burning woods 
O burning woods now the aroma of golden hills 






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