Chances
by Lord R.e. Taylor
The air seems too quiet
Almost as if nothing else ever existed
But even the smallest pebble can make a change
It might be a change we all would want
Or a change that would destroy everything
Sadly, we do not get to make a choice
The pebble and the water make the choice for us
All we can do is watch and see how it turns out
And hope we will be able to be happy again
But that is all up to chance and the mood of a stone
© Poem – IX/I/MMXXVI
LRET
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