The Flow Of Destiny
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Sandra Feldman
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Everything changes,
Nothing stays still,
With us, voluntarily,
Or against our will,
How impotent we are!
How terribly weak!
We can't even control,
The happiness we seek.
Call it Destiny or Fate,
We seek in vain the noble key,
That might set our human spirit free,
However we are tributary,
To what we cannot see,
Something, somewhere, maybe?
Called Destiny.
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