The slender stem of the glass of fate
holds itself with virulent pride.
The clear, concise, and molded glass
is made of our own decisions.
It may be that the lusty poison of fate
exists with malicious intentions,
but our choices are the cup she rests in.
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a glass molded by our decisions, and fate resting in our cup of choices.. wow, fantastic imagery!
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the last line is divine.
ReplyDeletewell done tale.
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Thank you so much for your comments! I really appreciate them. I'm glad you liked the imagery. That last line was my favorite also. Thank you again.
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