REFLECTION OF FATE

Amidst my vista
Your path I behold
To make a way
To break away

The mystery to be
Uphold by ticks
Your heart beseeched
If us indeed

My troth in quest
Of whom to trust
And who to love
If two to be

Motherland my heart
Diaspora my feet
A tempt to both
By faces along

The wind and waters
My plea to conquer
And spared by one
For us to be




Poetry by Owen
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Written on 2007-05-15 at 09:02

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