Destiny

A reflection of souls
similar in dissimilar moments.
A reflection of life
dissimilar in its similarity.

The irrepressable spirit,
ready to get doomed,
has an unflinching faith,
in the improbable,
which may come and go,
without being our own,
leaving shadows of a day,
kissing the night,
a night, meeting the day.

The lone star waits,
May the night come...
While destiny plays,
May the night come...