The rendering of her tears were not her end,
but they were just the beginning of the way in which her story would soon mend.
With a swallows worth of hope and a puff of timely stardust,
her aspirations dashed off in a wind gust,
all before the candle flame went out.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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She was an inspiration to us all
I'm not sure if her story takes an upturn, that's what makes me wonder why I like this poem. It's hopeful ☺️
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