The Red Lantern
She lights her red lantern again today
Which midnight rain had reduced
To flimsy, gross paper.
Her previous lantern
Had blazed too strong, burning down,
Dying a red death:
She now dares not light fire
When sky promises no rain.
Wet lantern laid limp
Set aflame under the rain
Dead love laid unloved.
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