Poem # 67- Destined Thoughts

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Could it be?
The flowing liquid pouring continuously,
Can emerge that beauty?
Shooing off the unruly?

Could it be?
The rainbow arching through the blue sky,
The doves that keep on flight,
Can also stick me at their sight?

Could it be?
The animals running and quivering around,
Avoiding the dangerous mounds?
For all my fault lines quickly they found?

Could it be? Could the whole predict the tomorrow?
Can it make all things fade and vanish this longing sorrow?
Could it be? The face I feared might encounter me?
And slowly combat me, leading me to an unceasing tragedy?

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