
Mars in Libra, a dance of will and grace. Conflict’s shadow, where fairness seeks its place. Anger’s whisper, a gentle, reasoned plea. Passion hesitates, where balance holds its sway. Can fire burn bright, when harmony delays?
Diplomacy’s shield, where directness finds its fall. Suppressed desires rise, in silence’s lonely hall. Assertiveness fades, where peace becomes the call. Can strength be found, when peace holds all in thrall?
Validation sought, in others’ judging eyes. Boldness falters, where approval holds its prize. Partnership’s echo, a hollow, empty sound. Can self be known, when others hold the ground?
Intellect’s cold embrace, where feelings softly die. Emotion’s fire dims, in reason’s empty sky. Distance grows, where intimacy should lie. Can love be real, when hearts refuse to cry?
Balance sought, where passions yearn to soar. Compromise whispers, on a lonely, distant shore. Can hearts unite, when shadows dim their light? Or does harmony leave, a soul forever torn?
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