Hand on Destiny | Fabrice Poussin

Chest of treasures under the tall forest
he listens to the murmur of the flood
his hand comforting the ancient wound.

Lost in this quest for a kingdom
he remains entranced by the sounds
of a single life beneath the dense foliage. 

Longing for a knowledge revealed
he is still for fear of causing a tremor
in the hidden world below.

His warm palm upon the secretive hearth 
they share a private moment in the fire
as the torrent continues to nurture a life.

Lame warrior disarmed of his singular steel
he may soon perish for lack of other nectar
his ear poised to the sound of his desire.  


Be inspired… Be creative… Be peace… Be

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