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The Story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl
Slender fingers fumbled across the loom
The threads mingling back and forth
Slow with sorrow, the lines askew
All she wished for was to escape the north
She fell from the palace above all
Through hundreds of layers of mist, she saw
A boy hidden between the overgrown grass
Tending the cows, she descended in awe
Who said love at first sight can’t be true
That boy right there is living proof
Fingers laced, his breath against her cheek
It was all a lie, how can peasants be aloof
Soon came a delightful marriage
The stars in their eyes, their souls entwined
Inseparable, hand-in-hand, they faced
The god who said they were unrefined
The god slashed at the air with rage
Bursts of glittering stars weaved together
Between the couple formed the Silver River
The girl and the boy, separated in the aether
Tired fingers traced across the loom
The absence of love left a void
Deep in her heart that could only be mended
With the reunion she cannot avoid
Misery coated the girl’s weary soul
Whose face was pale and hollow
Months passed, few clothes were made
From the deep weaves of sorrow
One cannot live without affection
So the king allowed it to come true
The girl and the boy met at the place
Where thousands of magpies flew
Birds flapped as one, forming a holy bridge
Where the two ends meet the each side of the River
Tears poured down her cheeks as she ran
The feel of his embrace made her quiver
Bound by love, anguish, and agony
Laced together by a delicate thread
Drawn too tight, strains in the tether spread
Severed by birth - it’s their fate they cannot shed
Until the time has come again
They shall grow frail as they wait
Reunite again, fixed like the patches on blankets
Held together until the fibers loosen, they return to their fate
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This piece tells the story of a traditional Chinese love story - The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.