It is a story of old,
Of twin flame it was told,
One soul created to perfection,
Destined to wander in separation,
As twin flame in this material world,
To meet and part in cycle of birth,
In multiple planes across time,
To seek the union of emancipation,
Hence I counted my days,
Hoping no desires left to sate,
Sure, there will be no closure,
A void that stays put forever,
Never knew you will come again,
Albeit another face and name,
Here again I am in love with you,
Yet again I am left alone too,
Wasn't this the curse of next life?
To what do I owe the relapse grief?
This anomaly brings me mighty pain,
Weren't we the ‘twin flame’?
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