A Boon
Sometimes petty, sometimes ugly,
Yet you kept me out of trouble,
Quiet shadows yet unseen.
I was lashing out in pain,
Tasting madness, idling hours.
If my words may carry power,
I surrender any gain.
I am asking for a boon -
Not a bargain, not a promise.
Please allow this waning moon
To erase the darkest omens.
As I witnessed long ago,
You have saved us for a reason
Please allow another season
And some more to come and go.
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Иосиф Каплун 19.01.2021 18:24 Заявить о нарушении