There’s something miraculous about an
idea of open door that leads one to dare,
as though gust of preference like a sharp
and volatile breeze.
With fortune cupped in germanium bud
let us probe, strain from amethyst sieve
Believe life offers lone chance to live ―
Grasp and respond as we burgeon a pair
of diaphanous wings.
Photo credits: hdimagelib.com
Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United