Pale as a flower,
That withers before blossoming,
Without having seen a ray of light,
Only darkness stole its way easily near her vicinity.
Conjuring all possibilities,
That could be her life,
As a shooting star whizzes by,
She wishes for possibility of life.
Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sadje for running the What do you see challenge #56. The challenge is to use the above picture as an inspiration for your piece. Thank you Whimzygizmo for hosting the Quadrille challenge# 116 at dVerse Poets Pub, the challenge is to use the word, ” possibility” in a poem (quadrille) of exactly 44 words.