Poetry, Quill

Black Swan

Why was it that I couldn’t be,

Was it my stars,

Or my prophecy?

Had I swayed in my vulnerabilities,

Or do you assume it my fragility?

Did I know to much that wrote my catastrophe..

Yet the sun has not set,

Our destiny is still not met.

I will hold back till I sleep as the black swan.

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