#WritcoPoemPrompt125
And the vibe is perplexing you towards the end of the race,
In a lonely, stony location,
Because the missing piece is bonded in a certain place,
In a faraway, poison-free constellation,
I believe, we would once again cross ways,
by trying to forget the past, we unknowingly leave out some trace,
we would still be together breathing the same air and feeling the same moon,
losing ourselves in finding the right and wrong or just calculating boons,
there will...