Through a carven window pane
On a lovely frozen country lane
Looks a boy crippled in limb
Shunned frm world thoughts so numb
Sprinkled are bright stars so white
On the dark canvas of the night
Shringking was the moon
The other night promising to be bright
Bringing ripples of thoughts
Shone those gallant stars
Better was he from those
So inconsistent as the moon
T glow was his destiny
Even blessed less......
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