Maybe

Maybe,

Those unspoken words,
Will weave themselves in strands,
Worth more than a thousand rands,
Appealing, like a bestselling brand.

Maybe,
The dark nights need be longer,
Because when we are here,
Fear might remind us of there,
That short sunny days are rare.

Maybe,
When it is raining now,
We should plant vines in a row,
And the wild grass not at all mow,
Because selection is a nature's law.

Maybe,
The season is ripe and raw,
But the beautiful rose can blossom and bloom,
Because the universe will forever give a room,
For the bride to be ready for the groom.

Maybe,
These late night thoughts,
Should not be put down in lines,
Because the lines will form stanzas,
And in the end an ambiguous poem.

© First in poetry

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