#Wordle ~ 425

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Rushing around like a blue arsed fly

I slammed into the finger of fate

And yes, it’s written that I am destined

To collide with many unwanted events

I am free to follow my own path

Barring black cats, I hope to make it through

As a shy child, I was slow to find my own style

With the help of the Gods of light

I will forge moments to remember

No more salt tears for me

From now on my eyes will stay dry

Nothing will make me cry again

After all, this life is mine

Only I can live it…

©anitadawes