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Fate

the wrinkled mirage

By Logan StanislawPublished 6 months ago 1 min read

Fate plays a game of tricky warfare

With your mind, an everlasting search for identity

As the hearts grow weary, lost in trials and tribulations

Forgotten hope embraces the darkest parts of your soul

Weaving a melody of suffering triumphed, you have yet begun to sing

In the desert, glowing amber, a masterpiece of sunlight's gaze

Fate's wrinkled mirage dances lightly, laughing in the haze

surreal poetryMental Health

About the Creator

Logan Stanislaw

AUDHD, Non-binary, poly, pan, queer AF and still learning to people. Writing is a passion but as long as I'm creating something, I'm usually good.

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