The thin line of insecurity breaks,
And the dream bound to the chain of hope shatters.
The perils of mistrust loom again,
And a hazy picture of paradise appears and disappears.

The knots and joints in the rope pricks now;
A line crossed not meant to be.
Held and tied— fastened for so long with care;
A fragile grip on reality.

The secret angels resign today,
Refusing to guard the sand-castle anymore.
A bond so special so long endured;
Wrecked remains of the citadel stay on the shore.

The extremity of faith breached;
Hearts broken that cannot be joined.
The plastic love stings today;
The wicked witch over-enjoyed.



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