Kindred Spirits

Wasteful truths about life unfold;
to float in dreams of what to undo.
Like a candle waiting to be put out-
They bristle regret’s shadow into a kayo.
Playing laments meant to scaffold-
kindred spirits; caught up in a rue!
Luck puffs its snout like a riot;
to the glamour of bienvenue!
Go on living but don’t wait to be told
About filling blanks in destiny’s venue;
Love is a gypsy pretending to be stout-
Before potential and what’s due
Nails pulled from their old bed-
Are banquets from what’s left of you!
When the far past makes a jest-
Know it’s a test hounding you!
Fan or blow to keep ashes away-
from the fire; but watch for the flame!

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Impressionist who enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy. Visit https://ello.co/pasitheaanimalibera
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