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A TOUCH OF FATE On a cold rainy winter day He walks with a sense of remorse, With a look of farness yet seemingly so close. The glow of flaring rain Reflects on his wondering eyes He sees the light, But no one else seems to notice, He walks by the drops of tears As they fall from the high troubled skies, But only he can notice. The triumph of sadness Concurs the face of his spirit. He hopes yet he believes in fate, He’s broken yet he fears no evil. A look of sympathy rolls from His deep eyes While a movement of thunder Travels beneath his pretended smile. He looks at the clouds and throws some tears. Tears that will share The clouds of tomorrow Tears that will hold the pain from far over. He remembers silently the way he was, Diving through the calm times while thinking to himself calmly Of a place were he can be in, And last for the time he can fast From her love, And the pain that came with it. Destiny is rarely wrong, With an invincible touch of fate, Condemning the twisted end of this story And the soul that ceased to exist, Who is he? Or shall I say To the unknown man. He pulled the smile from his shivering face And walked away through the dense fog, Where his soul could finally rest. And sadness shall soon forget him. |
Additional Notes:
This poem is just a draft of a poem that works to make the reader think and interact about what some parts of the poem mean,to make it easier its about a man who lost his wife in the unforgettable events of september 11th which claimed thousands of innocent lifes.There is no tone for grief ,however,grief is the most powerful sentiment poetry can deliver.
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