The Grace

The hustle and bustle
of the blue stone streets.

They gather for a feast
to celebrate the New Year.

They never saw the grace
beaming the colour of light
at the short wavelength end
of the visible spectrum watching on.

Thinking only good thoughts,
they eat from the lucky golden roast.

The grace watches on as
a vine starts to move up the table legs.

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