Tomorrow will be a new day.
It doesn’t matter what’s in store…
What can intimidate ahead
when it was said goodbye
to all you’ve got? The end’s delayed
again, but it was clearly scrolled
not once in memory by death.
How many times have been said bye?
How many lives did give a cat
to a small girl on a spring day
decades years ago? Who knows…
It seems a sign on a thin arm,
the dark impression of the pads,
gives a new chance to birth again
under the big bright coral dome
of the sunrise magestic sky…
by Thea Ariss
06.05.2024