Summary:
He who robs me of my purse robs me of nothing.
Twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands.
--William Shakespeare
The stars are far brighter
Than gems without measure,
The moon is far whiter
Than silver in treasure.
--J. R. R. Tolkien
There are some who, were the sun pure gold, would snatch it from the sky.
Not I.
This poem got third place in the first PA challenge I ever participated in, The Anniversary Challenge v.2. :D It has also been nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
Warnings: None
Challenges:
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 168 Read: 1125
Published: 05/04/13 Updated: 05/08/13