All Becomes Fate

There she lay in a pulsing room, her life at sudden edge.
Running wild, words and tunes create a lasting pledge.
To life she’d make a promise; to death she’d place a ring.
All the while she would miss, the songs now left to sing.

September 16, 2011
12:05 pm
Brittany Rose

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