Miracle-Lottery
She slowly walked across the wind.
The sunshine splashing the 90 degrees surface
But her dark skin, toned to resist.
My miracle felt like chances of a lottery.
Charming my insides.
She turned to look pass me,
I waved to show my presence
Before she could see my fingers
Her neck had already pointed sideways,
Her head followed…
What’s a miracle to the lottery?
Copyright © Khomotso Sereo | Year Posted 2016
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