Epitaph Poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar

Epitaph



The Quill was my Sword,
And Truth- my white Fire;
Fate- my strongest Foe,
And Victory- my Pyre.

Sunday, January 25, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,fire
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