Kaur’s Unfinished Riddle

Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

In a world destroyed by bonds,

a blade falls between two.

Sorrowed moan fill the hollowed moon.

Rain down the crescent beads as they clear the path foreseen.

The winds no longer stretch the sails of a soul bound in stone.

Breath of life –

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