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A simple twist of fate,
and all of this comes to me...
asks of me...
calls to me...
begs of me...
"What of me now?"
And, I know not,
for I am simple, and not omniscient.
Mortal and small.
Fallible and not without flaws.
Oh, what of this do I make?
Naught, for it calls to much more than I am......
and all of this comes to me...
asks of me...
calls to me...
begs of me...
"What of me now?"
And, I know not,
for I am simple, and not omniscient.
Mortal and small.
Fallible and not without flaws.
Oh, what of this do I make?
Naught, for it calls to much more than I am......
Wrote this just now, while online. Looking at all the art here, I feel so small and without impact. Get what you want from it...
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i know how you feel about not haveing impact on the world and about being so small....but someone will find this poem here and will become inspired and in this you've helped someone! every little thing counts my friend. very nice poem.
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