Chances…


by : Bacardi Gold
03/april/2021


failing to catch the spark that first aroused
no pen has marked the sounds of its whims
one by one it got lost and cannot be redeemed

then the stretch of sand slowly vanished
from the little inspiration of sparkling white
it seeped out from the glass bowl of imagery

then a mountain of marble rolled down
in place of the white sanded vision
no one remembered the multicolored illusion

minutes descended from the hour
without a decisive revealing conclusion
nothing was written, the chances just passed away…

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