The Bestow Day

THE BESTOW DAY

The bestow day never came, no,

The heartless harped on,

The joyless jeered on.

The poetic promises,

The lyrical longings,

The miniature musings,

Unread, unwanted, unrisen.

It’s a moonless night the world wants.

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