Kismet

Smell The Coffee

Even when clothed in the bright

colours of a peacock’s feathers….

the light plays games when it peaks

through dry dead branches as it chases

the darkness into the shadows

And time passes so differently here

….it beckons to the future

….and veils the past

……a future … a hope

……. a kismet to last

© Vivian Zems

Earthweal Openlink #6

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