The rich stars begin to scatter in the twilight sky
And the haughty Moon peeps like a new silver coin.
I hear the melody; the rattle of her rusty till
And she begs on the muddy road with her usual grimace.
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Your empathy has allowed you to sing this sad girl's tune. Excellent write, Nimal. As always, Sandra
A bitter sweet tale told with lyrical grace and a soft heart. This is a beautiful poem, Nimal. love, Allie xxxx