KismetA Poem by MOONKismet Dawn did not come by accident;
it did not come by the sleight of a hand It rose and flowered
over with grace and presence, it was grand So above and so below,
where in the world will you all stand When its face is
darkened by the sorrows of the land Days I remember sweet
as a kiss Left its fragrance
and all I would wish Sun-rays and morning
harvest Now you have gone and
carved it Into nights black and
on the brink Chains that bind in
icy link Once golden now all
of rust This all anger and
lust Goodbye my friend
there are no Stories to be told You are in the cold Grow © 2019 MOONReviews
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