24 Indulgences – XIX

The moon that she was promised
Has crumbled into dust,
The stars that she was told she owned
Turned to decay and rust

But then, she started life anew,
And found, to her delight
That all these things are beautiful
When someone gives them

Right

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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