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I am never really sure,
absolute of what is to come,
in the mist of the dark future,
my footsteps wander, without a future.
From my righteous destiny,
the stars twinkle reluctantly,
whispers of a sturdy dream,
hide behind the opaque presence.
I don't know where it will lead me,
the currents of time are uncertain,
like leaves that the wind will carry,
through paths of open doors.
Sometimes I think I have the direction,
but the north becomes a mirage,
in the heart, a deep,
echo of longing and heroism.
I am never really sure
of what destiny will weave for me,
but in my breast, though dark,
beats life, ready to blossom.
Thanks for sharing this poem brother! After reading I feel that through this uncertainty beautiful things like this poem grow and blossom! ☺️🙏
Superb! I am never really sure too. Sometimes, it looks like I'm just drifting through..