Fate Poem by Phil J Hambling

Fate

Beckoning figure
Half seen in the trees
A slow boned finger
Calling from the past
Leads me onward
Through a gap in existence
I take you by the hand
And surrender my fate

Friday, November 1, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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