A black cloth draped around my neck
By the limbs of people ignorant
Sits tight enough to suffocate, but loose enough to let be.
Happiness comes at a cost,
But everything has been stolen before I can pay.
There's a torn paper enclosing this tearing heart.
I'm the crescent Earth
My enchantment of a moon sees.
Studded with stars in a darkening sphere,
I'm going through eras people cover their sight from.
But it's 11:11, am I not allowed to be wishful?
I will wish for nothing but light
That will make me prance as light as a bubble.
A valley will be there, waiting for my rivulet.
Yes, I'll be the rivulet.
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And the Petals Fall | ✔
Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
