Sunday, 31 January 2010

Future for Fates

Our fates are always on the run,
They race and they hurry for the sun,
In most confussion they are sought,
On cliffs they are dashed,
And on clouds most hidden,
In markets are bought with all quickness,
If only was heard he truth of decission,
Can we hope to see the laughter,
Or at least just a smile; a grin,
Of light can be most wanted.

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