This Is Not A Poem
My crown is made of sun,
theirs are made of gold.
My jewelries are made of stars,
and theirs, of diamonds.
I wear ribbons made of galaxy,
they wear ribbons made of silk.
I wear halo made of constellations,
they wear halo's made of flowers.
My gown is made of words,
each one a poem to write.
Their gowns are made of satin,
fine, expensive-expensive!
What do you wear?
I am made of stardust.
What are you made of?
©FortressMeadow
09.13.2016
08:51
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