A Drop in the Bucket

Published January 15nd, 2016

A shooting star shot past.

But I kept my gaze downcast
For tonight these troubles
Tongue-tied the wordsmith.

A wish was to be made.

This wishy-washy renegade
Dodged its question
And pled the fifth.

"What was your wish?"
She exclaimed.
"I can't tell you,
I'm afraid."

The rooster's second crow
Came forthwith.

Sulfer Dioxide || Silence Is Crimson
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