Congruent paths


We are one,

made two.

Living parallel,

in all we do.

Sometimes similar,

sometimes more.

Sometimes balance,

sometimes core.

Little things, like trinkets

that lead us, day by day.

We are fated,

by some unseen task,

to live our lives, this way.

Hearts that vibrate

and souls that shine.

I am yours,

and you are mine.

Though we’ve not met,

you understand,

this thing was destined,

this story, planned.

(A Twin souls poem)

 

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