Sometimes, you can see it coming;
sometimes, you just can’t.
Sometimes, you can feel the shift
before the blow will plant.
Seldom do you get the chance
to make a wrong go right;
sometimes, let the anger burn
well into the night.
Rarely has there been a time
when things will go as planned;
instead when you for diamonds dig
all you grasp is sand.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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Comments3
Things do not always go as planned and we do not always get what we search for. Nicely written Franz
Thank you!!
You are most welcome Franz
Well written
Thank you so much!
A fab enchanting like intrigue. Abstract muse poem woah! Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
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