Destiny is pondered as the sun
melts into the colors of life.
A painting spread across rippling
water mirrors joy and strife.
The breeze is warm and soft, yet
A chill runs down my spine.
In the distance a bell tolls;
I wonder if it could be mine.
Who is in control of this time or date?
Is it ME or IT that decides my fate?
Cecelia
Thursday, July 30, 2009
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2 comments:
Sometimes I ask myself that same question.
As always a very thought provoking and intense piece of wordsmith.
Definitely thought provoking. I love the contrast you produce...it starts out with pretty colors, the sun, life, warm breeze...then that chill and the bell tolls!
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