Fate

4 1 0
                                    

Fate


There sat a man on melancholy hill

Who searched for his long lost love but nil

He searched hi and low and in between

Even over yonder where the grass is green


Everywhere he looked he couldn't find her

So here he sits to ponder

On this hill he will wait

For if she is out there....


Then she's his fate.


A.D. Small

April 16, 2022

Poetic Diaryजहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें