The Wheel of Fate| AN ORIGINAL POEM
Hanging on a leaning tree
To await the sweet touch of birds and worms
Like a brakeless bicycle
That snatches the tooth of a child
While riding him down the hill
Like a lonely chalk
In the black sea of a chalkboard
Man is powerless:
A mere spoke
In the spinning wheel of fate
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