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RE: On The Shoulders Of Destiny

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

In this ephemeral works, our thoughts are clouded.
By the seemingly little enjoyments of today.
At the grave cost of what the future holds.
We turn deaf ears to the wailings of tomorrow.
Nonetheless, destiny would take its course.

Very nice work of art

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Thank you very much for this nice words

You're welcome.