Sequins

She set a sparkle on her sleeve
Her drab estate to flee;
Then braced herself to face the world,
And you, and me —

She clothed herself in who she was
From toe to finger —
For sequins are reflective things,
And sparkles linger

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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