Destiny chooses the paths we tread, Lives spin on its gossamer thread. Calligraphers record and Scholars decipher, The music played by this mystic piper. Time washes against the cosmic shore, Turning mountains to sand, then back once more. Leaves turn in this book of time, Stealing away minutes, fates biggest crime. Emotions lent to aspirations and dreams, Our desire to unravel all life's schemes. Life's noblest accomplishment, the simplest thing done in earnest. The smallest indiscretions lead to hell's furnace. The lesson to learn, the message to send; Bamboo is supple and strong to survive fates wind.
Reason for writing:
life
Birth sign: Taurus
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