Tsovinar and Hemera

At the edge of every horizon,

two lovers start.

At the end of every horizon.

two lovers are torn apart.

At the edge of every horizon,

pale blue wimpers for the kiss of it's aqua conterpart.

At the edge of every horizon,

every day brings broken hearts.

At the edge of every horizon,

you can hear two faint whispers,

and if you strain, you can feel it too.

At the edge of every horizon,

you can feel the endless moaning crawling over you,

sans Tsovinar, sans Hemera too.

At the edge of every horizon,

these two lovers start.

At the end of every horizon.

these two lovers are torn apart.

And even though the world was too cruel for love so pure,

even the same shades of each colour destined to be apart.

Every mistake has an certain cure,

for true love erupts, when two lovers start.

01/18/19