Future for Fates

Grant-Grey Guda

Our fates are always on the run,
They race and they hurry for the sun,
In most confussion they are sought,
On cliffs they are dashed,
And on clouds most hidden,
In markets are bought with all quickness,
If only was heard he truth of decission,
Can we hope to see the laughter,
Or at least just a smile; a grin,
Of light can be most wanted.

Published by Grant-Grey Guda

I've been writing poetry and short stories independently for over a decade now. I have a great appreciation for the arts and am a painter and photographer in my spare time. My love for writing has led me to...  View profile

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