Fate Speaks


FATE SPEAKS

Often closer are days that run slower than these tears
Before these little eyes of mine that are but merely blear
Is it January – the eldest? Alas, he is already here
February, send red roses with a red letter to my dear
March me hurriedly, straight to none but to hers
April – One, and many other dreams that never were
May I live herein forever desperate, fed by Despair?
June, let me know from your mouth, the things I must wear
July, I see you, you see me; but are you there?
Drive me through, safely to August; for my age lives there
September – A fairly faithful, fervent friend; my first fear
October, I hear you walk the streets, closely near
November, you are overly underrated, but rare; far from ver
December – the end of the year: the ‘r’ to my ‘ear’

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  1. The end of the year the r to my ear.
    Excellent keep it up 😍💞

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    1. Woow ....nice one there...Bro u do all 😀🤓🤓😇

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  2. Let's cooooonnnnneeeccccttt!!!💥💥💥

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  4. Such a nice masterpiece buddy. A little suggestion, you don't necessarily have to rhyme through the whole poem. It sometimes make it a bit forced. Rhyming is more beautiful when it's flows naturally.
    But excellent job.

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    1. thank you, Michael. But i am actually not a fun of rhyme. my concern is on rhythm and wordplay. but i'll note your concern. merci beaucoup.

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  5. Very nice poem dear, keep it up.The skey is your limit.Good work.

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