Fate

Fate

A cruel mistress

A spite-tress

Who

Like a wine

Is sweet

Addicting

Tantalizing the life

.

But then

After pouring down

Her aged

Honey charms

She sours

And becomes bitter

.

Breaking

Cracking

Ripping up

The life

The serenity

The farce

Of a glass

Of cool wine under shade

.

She gives

Headache

After headache

Stress

After stress

With seemingly

No remedy

.

Then

After all seems lost

There seems

A hope

On the dusky horizon

Where skirts

Flick from under shade

Is it reachable?

Only fate has

The ability

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