#WritcoPoemPrompt107
A fortunate shot resulted in a goal,
As if it were a lucky rabbit's foot you possess,
People lose control,
A million or two more or less,
life is unpredictable more or less to be controlled or nothing
Just remains small part of hopes
Desires apall ,nothing copes
Finding a lonely way
Burning a cigar for a day
With useless ones and unhappy tones
weary and tired, torn apart.
Feeling the burden of carriage
undergo miscarriage
Once in blue moon, who touches
the hippocrean
Tells in vain,the pain unbearable
Drink the vintage of wonder
Brink the guidage of yonder
#WritcoPoem#words#life

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