How to write a tragic love story
Two mirrors dug into the sand
Both sat facing the sea
One reflecting the water cyan
One bespeaking the sky's infinity
One spoke of the foamy waves
The weeds floating anarchic
The shells tossed onto the beach
The deepest water, the darkest ink
The other sighed at the clouds
And the seagulls swishing around
Wings of the plane turning trajectory
And it's gurgling heaving sound
The waves never met the clouds
The ink never sprayed the seagull
The shells remained buried in the sand
The gurgling slowly went feeble
The mirrors couldn't stretch or spring
Neither did they curve into attempt
Disagreement leads to distrust
And it gives way to contempt
One would never know that the other
Held his heart inside the glass
And it was unequivocally similar
To what his own heart did encompass
It's better to have loved and lost
Than to have missed it by a dribble
A fleck of sand beneath one mirror
Or a turn of face of the other
Two mirrors buried into the sand
Dug inside them- halves of one heart
Severed for the sky and the sea
Sitting together, always apart
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