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Untitled Poem IX

Trouble came from afar
To tell me a secret: that
The stars too shed tears,
And this is why they
Twinkle during the night,
Glistening under and beholding
The great moonlight.
Yet, Trouble being Trouble,
I hesitated to agree.
"'Tis because the sun
"Has set," said Trouble,
"So the stars mournfully
"Weep." I listened intently
But skeptically, and failed
To notice Trouble
Transforming into Mischief.
He scampered away,
To the dark of the woods,
And, with a mixture of
A shriek and a laugh,
Declared, "'Tis true, friend!"
I looked upon the sky;
The sky looked down on I.
Secretly, I believed him,
But the sky I told not.
Secretly, the sky believed
I had rejected the claim,
So she sparkled the rest of the night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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