This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.

Kamand Kojouri
This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am...
This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am...
This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am...
This poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am...
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The poem was meant to be unwritten. But I am writing it now and have thereby changed destiny.The meaning of this poem is simple, but the beauty and depth of its expression is like no other. This poem is a sign of change and new beginnings. It shows that things can be different and better than they were before, if we look deep enough into the past to see how things could have been different. The poet in this case may be speaking about his own life or the lives of others, but it doesn't matter; the message remains the same: Things can change, and they must change.

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