Scrawled On Trial (Triolet Poem)

Time couldn't stop what was meant to be.

Scrawled on trial and limitation it spoke.

Waiting there to empower life.

Time couldn't stop what was meant to be.

Stubborn through the years it remained.

A saying holding on to a tree on a board. 

Time couldn't stop what was meant to be.

Scrawled on trial and limitation it spoke.

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