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Philosophy of a Poetess

Philosophy of a Poetess

I've always believed
what is meant to be, will be 
it's all down to fate?
 
where and why things happen 
well, it was always going to happen
and in that order
and in that place

and so...
when I meet new people
I always think
they were always meant to be
in my life with me
 
I've always believed this 
until today…
 
but what if it's not all down to fate?
what if it’s all really
just by accident?

 

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Bernie Martin

Well Shirley this poem has really set me thinking. I reckon it's pretty obvious from the content of my writing that I do not believe in chance, coincidence or things happening by accident. I be!ieve souls which are far older than our mortal shells have already connected and the threads that circumnavigate the earth are just waiting to be sparked into life. So, for me, there is always a reason why I get drawn in certain directions. A thought provoking piece of writing my dear friend. 🌷🌷

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Shirley Harrison

Thank you so much dear Bernie, I always believe in fate and that things happen for a reason, I always have, but it's a good reflection and nice to hear what others believe. Thank you dearest Bernie, 🌹

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Bernie Martin

It is nice to see what others believe and the what ifs will always be there. 🌹

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