ideas Embodied In Words Poem by Mark ham
ideas Embodied In Words
As the night goes dark
I sit, I wonder, I stare.
Was it meant to be?
Was it meant for us to see
Fate handing us a plate of hate.
Where will we be when love sets us free?
Hoping and praying is all I'm saying...
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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