The Stillborn

The landscape of her heart is occupied with illusions and imageries

Pallets of pressures make her dreams unborn,

Her desires linger on a perforated surface of life

Is her dream yet unborn? A rhetorical question she utters

Fate has its turn

Fate plays his part in the scenes

The planting is done

The gestation projected

The harvest long awaited

A premature birth

Absence of oxygen

A fragile legacy

A timed existence

A disappearing .

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