A trick of destiny entices
when the way is decided;
a pool of wine in a cup~
spills the rest, forsaken.
At defeat, a subtle slap
is rare, in folds storming;
as if a lightning, thunder,
razed farm, loss of living.
Melanie Agua
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/destiny-that-comes-in-folds/
