Poem: The Currents of Fate

cascade of water 
cold rapids far far below 
my soul is drowning

the air is cooling
sun's rays are growing shorter
darkness encroaches

the current of fate
sweeps me away in its grasp
unknown arrival

there isn't a way
to steer away from danger
I face it head on

finally it slows
bubbles of foam on surface
burst and fade away

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