Choice is an illusion.
For.....
even Gods can't escape Destiny.
YOU ARE READING
thorns of a beautiful rose
PoetryShe is like water....you can feel it,hear it,feel it's presence but when you try to hold it, it will flow away. She would just slip out of your grip when you try to hold her close.
CHOICE!
Choice is an illusion.
For.....
even Gods can't escape Destiny.
