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Pebbles we tread

A journey of  personal fate,
we can never stop to prevail,
so its best to cease the day.

 

Sometimes we make  special plans

but have to deal with weathered grains

to destinations we didn't perceive.

 

so the best plans we can make is to

believe in ourselves and choice's we make

for that seals of hands of fate.

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  • storiesuntold gold member
    September 12, 2008

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    So true

    Often as we plan our days and lives often we stumble over the obstacles in our path that often shows us how we so need to help others along the way who doesnt have the ability for choice .


  • Reptile Lady gold member
    September 9, 2008

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    Very creative piece
    I love ..
    but have to deal with weathered grains

    to destinations we didn't perceive.

    Thank you for your entry and best wishes
    Julie


  • mysticstorm gold member
    September 9, 2008

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    Nicely written my friend...destiny is a thing that has two very soliod views and a few confused one, but you have writtien as I often feel it. We can control so much of it, just by changing one small moment or action. Nicely written.
    Best to you!


  • Robbwindow
    September 9, 2008

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    Planting Seeds

    Nice poem turning around the grains and the weather, quite clearly showing how destiny could be controlled. It's the hands that will also remove the smaller pebbles we pick up between the treads of the shoes.