In visions built of opulence…

In visions built of opulence,
She plans a future made of mud and stars –
No more the thrall of happenstance,
She’ll mix the colors into her memoirs

And publish them to great acclaim.
The honesty, fragility she’s shown —
The great conundrum, hiding in
The dying breath, that comes out

A prompted post.

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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