Foreshadow
A deep feeling of foreboding
I dreamt the world exploding,
The most restless of minds
The most misery always finds,
Who amongst us can endure
Or escape the devil’s lure…
Unless the Providence’s benevolent hand,
commanding the sea and land,
makes us our fortunes understand
and dire fate to withstand.
~03/31/19
~Contest: 10 Lines, 5 words Rhyme III
~Sponsor: Lu Loo
Copyright © Abdul Malik | Year Posted 2019
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