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From the Deck

Destiny is pondered as the sun
melts into the colors of life.
A painting spread across rippling
water mirrors joy and strife.

The breeze is warm and soft, yet
A chill runs down my spine.
In the distance a bell tolls;
I wonder if it could be mine.

Who is in control of this time or date?
Is it ME or IT that decides my fate?


Cecelia 2009

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