@marcmire
Sisters of fate.
Unlucky of me to perceive this art Beyond of my understanding of love Though unfair, the play; I should do my part- Woven from the three sisters, white as dove. How can one master his own misery? When all comes down to overcome their fate. Bounty may life is, it makes us greedy. Shaping boundaries, blossomed love this late. Endure the agony, play by the script, Hope to be rewarded by my effort, Nothing would be better than to accept, My faith, my love, or any of the sort. Trading everything, perpetually driven. You’re all I need, an angel from heaven. - ***𝐌arcmire***
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Could you please let me know what inspired you on writing this? I felt like acting at first, and then art and love.
@Heartbeat1515 Just the juxtaposition of fate and love.
Juxtaposition?
The connection between the two; Imagine loving art, feeling a door suddenly opened, making you see different hues of the world. It's just the same as loving a person, as if a door suddenly opened and leading you to believe even in fate.
Thank you for helping me to see.
And, thank you for appreciating this piece o' mine.
I am confused at first but you help me to understand.
How can one master his own misery? By taking responsibility. Submit to SYT: Poems https://read.cash/c/syt-poems-bd19, please.
Already did, I'm glad you've deciphered my piece.