Apollo Weeps

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Phaeton, son of bright Apollo,
Why did you ask?
Too young to understand,
To old to be refused
When your eager faith
And friends’ mockery together
Wove themselves into
Your shroud.

How grand the steeds,
Young son of great Apollo,
How their brilliant eyes
And…

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Lyric poet. Blogger. Grower. Maker. I love living things.💗POM-poet💗

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A. Christine Myers

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Lyric poet. Blogger. Grower. Maker. I love living things.💗POM-poet💗

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