Frozen streets shimmering with
tears,
Shed by the lantern people under the disproving eye of frigid
celestials.
The girl lights her torch while gazing at the stars
remorsefully.
She didn’t want to steal their light; She really
didn’t.
But she had to.
Reaching for the skies was an effort
Rewarded only with tears
And of those she had sown enough
In the surface of the ill-lit street.
