Let It Be the Fate

Let It Be the Fate

 

 

Schopenhauer’s decision that

To live alone is the fate of all great souls

Nevertheless shows how the souls feel lonely

In the human veins of instinct.

 

The blind life flees away,

Echo of love is so reluctant that

Time and tides is regrettable

For expectation can be found nowhere.

 

Let’s assume that the time which

Looked indefinite entangled into the lone trail

Was often a sorrowful clue and the

Tides of a dock has rolled away

And our regret is stranded.

 

Whether the road not taken was

Unable to trod or to return where we were is

Ambiguous enough to remain the puzzle of the earth.

 

 

  Let It Be the Fate.hwp

Let It Be the Fate.hwp

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