dreams explode
rise up to the skies
hands that hold
still wonder
how much control they
still retain on what’s destined
Destined
dreams explode
rise up to the skies
hands that hold
still wonder
how much control they
still retain on what’s destined
Reena Saxena 
We can give a good name to our failures, DESTINY.
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Our failure to know the future.
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But did they ever really have control?
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Pertinent question! It was assumed control.
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Ah!
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ooh, perfect depth. Destiny is a B***h, excuse my phrase.😟
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Thank you, Jude 😂
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asleep
we seep
to weep
wo truly knowing y
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As always, your posts invite us to think. Thanks a lot for joining in with this profound poem.
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Whatever we don’t understand is called destiny. 😂
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Very true, and right as well.
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