As they step across
Cluttered pages of words
Still unrearranged
And see ahead of them
Visions of fixed paragraphs
Tales of their victories and anecdotes of yearning made reality They
pick and choose the letters they leave behind
The phrases they carry ahead
Unsure of how the things that will be to come
Will remain once they become
what was
Yet still they have the conviction that they will
Unerringly
Write their own fate.
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A poem is...
PoetryA random poem book where I've written poems reflecting what my mood was when I wrote them. Hope you like it!
