Threads of Fate
Upon the loom where stars entwine,
Threads are spun in strands divine.
A path unknown, yet marked in gold,
The whispering winds of fate unfold.
We chase the dawn with eager hands,
Yet find ourselves where fate commands.
A river’s course, though shifting wide,
Still finds its way to meet the tide.
The silent echoes call our name,
Through fleeting joy and fleeting pain.
No turn is lost, no step in vain,
For destiny walks the chosen lane.
Is it written, carved in stone?
Or shaped by hands we call our own?
The answer lies within the night,
Where shadows dance in silver light.
So tread the path with open mind,
Embrace the thread that fate designed.
For in the grand and fleeting scheme,
Destiny waits—a waking dream.
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