Tuesday, March 24, 2015


Can we all perceive signs?
The leaf that falls upon open hand
A following robin hopping on walls
Or do they wash away lost
In tides of incredible disbelief
I will follow fates' footprints
Walk maybe a known destiny
Along thin scattered breadcrumbs
Yet I shall never be alone
For behind shall come birds
And make the trail invisible
And you must find me again
If you truly believe in fate