Envy
The chandelier envies
a golden glass of wine,
But not because of the gold.
Wine envies the modesty
of the floor, because of
the pain it keeps untold.
The floor envies the
nonchalance of the fire,
But not because of the ashes.
Fire envies the nursing
Of the ceiling, because
it looks after the splashes.
The ceiling envies the
letters, but not because
of the memories they adhere.
The letters envy the
enlightenment of the
old hanging chandelier.
Posted Jan 1, 2023, 9:17 AM UTC
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