Destined
the wind blew so hard,
that nothing could stand in its way,
all was blown to places unknown,
the fires that were merely smouldering,
raged like mad and madder still,
no one could direct the flow,
nor lessen the intensity,
it had to blow and it did blow,
for god knows how long,
and to what telling effects,
our life episodes have several moments,
wherin the "wind" blows similarly,
and to same effects if not literally,
can we really help the events that,
shape our lives and destiny,
or simply call them destiny.
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