
Not a thing under the stars just happens
All things bright and good happen for a reason
And the reality of it all sharpens
Like the aura of the blooms in season
Each moment there is to live
Has a million and one things to learn
Whether to give
Or to yearn
For what could have been
But could not be seen
Because I didn’t have it my way
Memories and thoughts well kept away
Only a mirage broken and tattered
Dreams of a promise shattered
A distant dawn
Sweet as a tawny fawn
Too good to be true
Missed chances lived to rue
If at all I could
Live it all over again I would…Never something to fight
Fate of the coming of daylight
A die cast on me
That it was never to be
Peter Zinyani is a Zimbabwean writer, counsellor, motivational speaker and poet.
Well done. Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you very much, will pass on the comment to the poet, Peter. 💐
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