The moon came down to comfort her, To stroke her hair and make her tea — The stars lined up to sing a song And free her from her misery The sunset left it’s curtains up To shield her from her fading fears: The moon came down to comfort her, And wipe away her tears. … Continue reading "The Moon Came Down to Comfort Her —"
A thought about a popular approach to (other people's) misfortune.
I will do this thing.
She began to speak.