The moon hung low, an orangish glow
Cast across the sky,
And I wondered if that is the place
I shall go when I die.
Fate's desire is underway, be it tomorrow or today,
Just as yours did,
My time will eventually come,
Just as you slid
Between the fingers of this world,
So will I, as no sane person can deny.
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
