THE TOUCH OF DESTINY
unseen but ever near a whisper in cradle, a shadow in the mirror. It waves through time and thought, through choices made and paths unknown, nudging the heart with hand unseen, guiding us even when we think we're lost.
In the eyes of strangers, it waits a moments we call coincidence, the missed train and, the sudden storm, the letter that arrived too late. Destiny dances in the quiet, in love found under the trembling stars, or in the ache of parting, when clock denies one more goodbye.
Each life Bears its fingerprint, pressed in joy, in sorrow, in stillness. No soul escapes its silent touch, yet none walk the same design. And though we chase or flee its name, destiny is not prison, but poem written with us, not for us, a mystery unfolding, one breath at time.
Author : solo
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