Winds Of Fate

The ill winds
of fate
keep howling.

straddling
the sea shore.
attacking
the water.

causing the
tide to
become
nervous.

angry screams
are heard.
echoes crying
in the
night.

ever gathering
fragments.
carrying them
afar.

causing
my search
to
continue.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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