Eyes of Fate
I went to July
Searching for my pie
Harvest my dues
My life's fuse
Her gardener at the door
Roaming through my core
Did you plant your April?
Seed of all stable
Or even mid-May
Where's your serving tray?
I will search again
For your watering rain
Our records straight
In the eyes of fate
To harvests tolls
Furrows in rolls
Of sweat and joy
Base of employ
See budding fields
How grow their shields?
Some sweats, some tears
Some hope, some fears
Go back to your garden
Awaken her pardon
It is not too late
To plant your fate
Come back this fall
Harvest it all
We'll waive all fees
Your heart sincere
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Copyright Leaking 2012
July 3 2012
poem by leaking Pen
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