Life is a tasty potpourri,
A melange of things so many,
All subject to fate’s tyranny,
A Burnt but luscious creme brulee
Faces hidden in its marquee,
Joy and pain meander to mate,
We destroy as to recreate,
All clouds have a silver lining,
Stormy seas have a surf shining,
We smile as Fate’s Furies abate.
theindieshe 