Binding hearts where destinies are led.
A dance of stars in celestial flight,
Guiding souls through day and night.
In whispers heard on the winds of chance,
Fate casts its spell with a mystic trance.
Crossroads appear, choices abound,
Paths converging without a sound.
A lover's meeting in the moon's embrace,
Or a warrior's stand in a valiant race.
Fate's hand unseen, yet deeply felt,
In every victory won and heart that melts.
Embrace the journey, the twists and turns,
For fate's embrace forever yearns.
In the poetry of life's grand stage,
Find solace in fate's eternal wage.
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Ahead of time
Why did you wait until you got to that bridge to cross it? That's the only time one can cross a bridge- A brigde, yes, yet you could've prepared way ahead of time Ahead of time there was only hurt and hate Oh, sure, we both got hurt, his actions still make me flinch But we survived, though his actions were a crime Survival was not enough, this carries far too much weight I did the best I could, processing bit by bit I honestly believe you did, as I too, though neither became sage I wanted more than anything to soothe your anguish, help you again feel at your prime Too late, mate. Way. Too. Late. I cannot just quit. You could've raised the subject when it came up, not waited until you got to the brigde I do desperately wish I had more time! Honestly, me too... me too, mate.
By Sandra Tena Coleabout 10 hours ago in Poets
Take Me With You
I've been here, my love. Watching, waiting. I've wanted to come to you, but I can't seem to break free of these wrought iron bars. You must have looked upon my face at least a hundred times these last few months, yet your face never once lit up for me. Not the way I know mine does for you. It's like you didn't recognize me anymore.
By Kenny Penn2 days ago in Fiction
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