Poezja

No mountain shall be an obstacle to climb up

No river stream shall be too ferocious to swim across

Even when black smoke obscure the road

When winds blow with gravel dust

When the last cent spent

Not a drop out of possibility

Could be at  the last grasp of breath

It will manifest!

The written parchment of all human tasks

Disclose by our earthly missions

If it was meant, it would be

Whether it's a crown

A cushioned chair

Or a risen star

Fate!

The mystery to all!

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