Destiny Poem by Zeljka Vracevic
Destiny
Someone's waiting for me
standing on the road-
people name it youth.
The image seems to blur,
and only thing I know-
he's holding the truth.
Someone's looking at me
from the painful distance
I'm about to cross
offering a shelter
as a compensation
for all the pain and loss.
Someone calls my name,
nobody hears,
but I do.
Someone's there to love me
and I feel
it must be you.
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