the scales and the lioness.

a door left unopened,

not ajar,

just closed,

dead as lifeless.

albeit, open it.

open it if you're granted to.

feel the story within,

feel a lost love.

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what a rapture of feelings,

of pain, hope and raging sentiments.

once,

part of a time,

part of a place,

a crossroad lies ahead,

two took their own.

bade goodbye,

the lioness's heart cringed.

what a sad sad sight,

she thought.

what a sad sad sight,

to see the back of her love.

the shoulders so kin,

the arms she'd held,

the cheeks she'd kissed.

he waddled on,

on unbalance.

he didn't look back,

he chose to see what lies ahead.

her tender lips he'd forgotten,

her eyes once heaven,

"it was beautiful", he said that night.

her tears he'd wiped,

her embrace he'd sunk within,

and slept away many lonely nights.

the lioness cried out in silence,

told herself it's only period.

it was faith she has.

she would peer out to days,

in hope for the scales' return.

what a love.

what a love in modern days.