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Fate I & Fate II

                         Fate I

A quiet step disturbed the silence
As he trespassed her world without let
Leaving her alone with nothing but frustration
He said that she was just a victim of the fate.

The tears were frozen in the air;
Crystals of ice were crashed upon the floor.
One little flower was torn out of the ground;
There was no life forevermore…

A child picked up the dying flower
And begged it to live if it wasn’t too late.
The flower was put into a beautiful vase
And life was returned… Is it the fate?!



                           Fate II
 
Oh, merciless fate!
The people are like puppets in your skillful hands
They were bereaved the right to act on their own.
What’s your purpose? Where do your true aims lie?
Maybe you wish to get the mute devoted crowd?!

The middle of December 2004


© Eliya, 2005 

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