ideas Embodied In Words Poem by Mark ham

 ideas Embodied In Words



As the night goes dark
I sit, I wonder, I stare.
Was it meant to be?
Was it meant for us to see
Fate handing us a plate of hate.
Where will we be when love sets us free?
Hoping and praying is all I'm saying...

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