This is about two people in my story
Sadness
Sadness runs
in circles.
Ever wider,
Ever faster.
She sits alone,
in the center,
A tool of Chaos,
a tool of Fate.
He watches her,
Alone he waits,
silent watcher,
silent prayer.
Reaching for,
searching for,
Something silent,
something Golden.
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