Fate’s Stone Fate was a little purple stoneEven held in my palmit was out of my handsmine but beyond mealways slipping awayI threw it in the sea, carrying a wishso my wish would become fateIt will come true or elseI’ll forget when I grow upShare this poem Share on Twitter Share on Facebook
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