Fate plays a game of tricky warfare
With your mind, an everlasting search for identity
As the hearts grow weary, lost in trials and tribulations
Forgotten hope embraces the darkest parts of your soul
Weaving a melody of suffering triumphed, you have yet begun to sing
In the desert, glowing amber, a masterpiece of sunlight's gaze
Fate's wrinkled mirage dances lightly, laughing in the haze
About the Creator
Logan Stanislaw
AUDHD, poly, pan, queer AF and still learning to people. Writing is a passion but as long as I'm creating something, I'm usually good. Be kind.
Everyone is an artist, don't be afraid to explore your passions.
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