Is fate a river
with one course
or a breeze that rustles
our thoughts until we see
the path we’re meant to follow?
Live, and you will learn.
Magnetic poetry is a matter of patience… and manipulation. I posted this earlier, in an abridged form. I omitted the last line I was working on, because I was unable to form the last word. Well, I went back to it, and I found a way.
If you want to try magnetic poetry, you can do it online, here.
Background image: Niagara River Sunset