Destiny Poem by CRYSTAL B. SMITH
Destiny
Indian roses on a thundercloud, Peach fuzz ripens the apple
Not all makes sense, but do we actually feel in a real world.
Facing challenges, making routes to our destiney
What does our destiny hold for us?
Tigersharks chase the ultimate dream
Money, Mayhem and Peace gets in the way disturbing the Earth.
Will Earth be fine?
We will never know Destiny tells all.
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