The river flows without a sound,
It knows where freedom will be found.
Do not fight against the tide,
Just let your inner spirit glide.
When fate begins to play its song,
The wild currents pull along.
Let the going softly go,
Let the staying stay and grow.
A sudden pain may make you cry,
And make you ask the reason why.
You thought you knew the better way,
To keep the light and hold the day.
You met the one you loved the most,
And held them close like a ghost.
It hurts to leave that dream behind,
And let go of what filled your mind.
But human will is small and blind,
Compared to what was designed.
Your fate sees where the path should bend,
And how the story ought to end.
Open your hands and dry your eyes,
For fate is quiet, deep, and wise.
New doors will open in the dark,
To light a completely different spark.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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