Covered by a blanket of snow.
Our fate is all but known.
We seek to find,
the answer in time.
The fantasies are sealed,
spinning around like a wheel.
Seeking to find,
all known to the mind.
It may never be known.
The possibility is set in stone.
The cancer is revealed,
far from home.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
Covered by a blanket of snow.
Our fate is all but known.
We seek to find,
the answer in time.
The fantasies are sealed,
spinning around like a wheel.
Seeking to find,
all known to the mind.
It may never be known.
The possibility is set in stone.
The cancer is revealed,
far from home.
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