Destiny is Gold.
It is crafted with tears and sweat.
Weaved with experiences and exposure.
Moulded out of success that no one knew.
Destiny is Gold.
It grows out of hard work and self determination.
It moves around my body, soul and muscles,
As I live and struggle.
Destiny lives, Destiny wins.
Destiny shows and sings the song of victories.
Like doves of fluctuating memories.
It takes me back to childhood.
It is my destiny to live.
To be alive, I was born to lead!
Like the full moon at night,
I dream of my future, my tomorrow.
What would it bring?
Destiny, like fingerprints are different.
Tomorrow, what song would I sing?
Yet, I watch these tiny fireflies.
And ask myself, where does my destiny lays.
Just then,
I heard a voice sounded in my head.
Your destiny lays within you.
It is the voice in your head,
The maps on your palms.
The tears in your eyes
The words in your mouth.
Your destiny is who you are.
It lays within you and you, alone.
@Madinah_Writes
12.06.2021.
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
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