She sits on a high throne
But cannot make up her mind
Who she loves most, the groom or the lover.
DAY: She wears the brightest ring; its radiant diamond is
the Sun.
NIGHT: She lays it down to sleep with another; his jewel
which is the Moon, twirls and spirals with many strange colors, ever-spellbinding
on her soft finger.
Beautiful poetry. Thank you for letting us enjoy that.
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