Freedom’s Hands
In the hands of time, they find their way,

Two souls entwined in love’s ballet.
Though time seals their hands, it’s true,
Their hearts are aligned, forever through.
Across the miles, they yearn to touch,
Yet destiny’s decree, a test of such.
With every sunrise, hope does bloom,
In dreams of escaping, reality’s cocoon.
Their love, a dance of twilight’s gleam,
A tender bond, a sacred theme.
Through skies aglow, they reach out near,
In whispered words, within tender ears.
Now, no more they walk and mourn,
They shed the shackles of a life forlorn,
Time to rejoice, no longer in a cage.
Crushing the skeletons on their stage,

Smiling at the sunshine amidst another new
day.
Walk through the echoes that bind them
With fear,
Scream to the skies, we are free, we are
here.
Frolic in freedom up to their hips,
Passionate-crushed kisses upon
scorched thirsty lips.

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