The crop may seem green, who knows
The shore will be teeming
Fate just waits for a knock
The dream was still legal
And the wish is prime
The scene is a tumultuous canvas
Fate just waits for a knock

The frame below
The lady stepped in age
plumb she started to grow
stuck in an armchair
yearning to youth and its glow
Does not fit in her seat
yet, no choice to go anywhere
The lady wanted to grasp
The whisk of the years’ gap
No flowers are in her lap
A score behind a score
The years have been greedy
just an aspiring lady above
A deceived lady below
The rainbow in a rosy sky
The seeds of hope is ready to sow ……..

@ Sihem cherif