Old clothes that don’t fit anymore –
they seem like they are calling your name,
to hold on to them, forever and more,
to be loved, to be used, to stay.
But eventually, you must let go.
Release your old clothes.
Posted in response to the challenge Release.
The copper coin flies through the open sky
Its two faces hold fate in its hands
As it descends towards the ground, breath is held
No one dares disturb true fate.
It meets the ground with a final fall
Humans.
Humans, the dominant species of the Earth.
What are they?
Greed. Selfishness. Fear. Desire. Anxiety.
But
Never tempt fate.
Don’t talk about your wins
For you will lose.
Don’t dive deep into riches
Or they will vanish.
Fate will strike down
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