Destiny Calls

Destiny calls me,
as starlight falls on me,
and the whispering wind caresses my skin.

Oh how I wonder,
many nights I do ponder,
who and what I really am.

My destiny awaits me,
my soul does elate me,
and I know I got a place in this world.

poem by Rebecca Wiles
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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