Fate smiles upon us.
And though time is unaccounted and slow,
the cloak of doubt is spent.
Like a breath of air, a spear of light
it quickens our hearts in tandem
- completion almost
Yet, impetuously bound and stationed,
we wait.
Wait for time to catch up
and settle as morning dew.
But even in waiting
How can we keep from smiling!
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Virgil's Paintbrush - Original Poetry Collection
PoetrySometimes you have to paint a picture with words because there's no other way to paint it.
