My Path of Glass
Vacant holes in complacent Souls,
Like only Love could supply the Fill
But only Fate for certain knows,
As we are guided by its Will
Whatever path we may choose,
We will follow destined roads
If chance I risk, I then may lose,
But that's the gamble, I suppose
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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