One morning bloom,
the air is thick with sorrow,
all colours black, white
& the Noir atmosphere
is brewing across the skin
/
somewhere a mystery is
trying to unfold itself,
unwrapping old wounds,
/
there amongst the
ground of dead lilies
a distant howl of
heartaches intensifies
yet still within the muteness
of the body
/
& while the brisk of
murmur, unheard, past
the valley of this
unfamiliar space,
there is the urgency
for the unsettled dusk
to utter the story of the:
Three sisters, separated by
the one unseen who is
known as Destiny,
for both
Hope & Faith,
in their mourning attire
standing amongst
the vastness of
mother Earth
holding onto the
photograph,
the last phase, face: of Destiny
grieving for an answer,
longing for the reality
to speak otherwise,
yet at the same time
yearning to accept
the fate of their
beloved sister
that only the truth,
may it be
expected
or the
unexpected
can &
will eventually
set them all
free —

© D C de Oliveira || May 2 2019 || Thursday 9.52am
.
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