FATIN...FATIN
the name echoes in my mind
reverbrates in my soul
awakens a time capsule
destined for this moment.
This sacred moment,
light years in coming
Enshrouded in stardust,
Streaking across the northern sky.
A moment destined to be,
sanctioned long before time,
just now
coming to pass.
We awaken
as dreamers,
marveling
at what always has been.
My Sister,
Sweet Fatin.
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