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 unawares gave it
a shoulder cold,
and ruffled, it retreated.

To woo it gently back
to her yearning shoulder
she rose from her reverie
but it was of no avail.

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
proffering a second chance.

Chance favours the ones
who are primed for the prize!

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