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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