Fate Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Fate



Fate moves to and fro
playfully gives and takes,
everything shall go
but the memories it wakes.

Time is yesterdays
in everything but now,
moments that come and plays
into each one somehow.

Wednesday, May 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: fate,time
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