An evocative poem, by Elsy, exclusively for Different Truths.

A thought perched
on her shoulder
gentle and soft
like a petal of rose.

Lost in reverie
she gave it
a shoulder cold,
and ruffled, it retreated.

To woo it gently back
to her yearning shoulder,
she eased off her reverie;
but it was no remedy.

It soared in silence
to realms uncharted,
perhaps to the ones
geared up for gain!

At times
once lost is always lost;
the chances we disregard
may never glance our way
offering a second chance.

Chance favors the ones
who are primed for the prize!

©Elsy Satheesan

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