Yearning


I keep talking to statues
That cannot look me in the eye
Smiling in their own little world
And taking no notice of me.

I keep reaching the moon
In its celestial throne
That I stare at in the night
And not stepping down for me.

I keep longing for the prince
With his radiant smile
Preoccupied with princesses
And just passing me by.

-- A. C.

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