A Gift of Random Chance?
what hast thou done these eyes of mine?lest not with thou, never they shine.
how could ever such perfect delight
come forth of a million chances' fight?
how from single drop of troubled dew
comes the miracle, the one called you?
'tis but a wonder, and may none hark less
of that which resides in innocence dress
Poetry by CrowRider
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Written on 2011-02-25 at 23:41
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