In love's vast realm, thy heart must carve its place,
For in the currents of time, none find solace in disgrace.
From ashes born, the soul must seek its course,
In a world where fleeting joy is quenched by sorrow’s force.
Let not despair take root within thy soul,
For love’s own fire shall purify and make thee whole.
Rise from the dust, yet not in vain pursuit—
In this age, let wisdom be thy resolute.
For life is not in dreams or idle prayer,
But in the courage found amidst the weight we bear.
The wheel of fortune spins, but not by chance,
In modern days, thy deeds alone give life’s advance.
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 5:12 PM UTC
In love's vast realm, thy heart must carve its place,
For in the currents of time, none find solace in disgrace.
From ashes born, the soul must seek its course,
In a world where fleeting joy is quenched by sorrow’s force.
Let not despair take root within thy soul,
For love’s own fire shall purify and make thee whole.
Rise from the dust, yet not in vain pursuit—
In this age, let wisdom be thy resolute.
For life is not in dreams or idle prayer,
But in the courage found amidst the weight we bear.
The wheel of fortune spins, but not by chance,
In modern days, thy deeds alone give life’s advance.
The Dance of Fate 12/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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