Destiny Poem by Pere Risteski

Destiny



Neither scale of this world
can not measure
the suffering of my life - the victim of his own ― destiny.
Ever changing chameleon
constantly paint on his face
in front of my life - the victim of his own ― destiny.
Happy, but sad,
rich, poor, and still,
loved, but hated his life - the victim of his own ― destiny.

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Pere Risteski

Pere Risteski

Struga, Macedonia
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