PLIGHT OF LOT
Like the story of old
About the daughter of the wind, choose the box or the box,
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Though the later too rickety, dusty and torn
...and the glowing was the choice,
Rots and rust encroached in it, not a sight to behold,
It is said not all that glitters are gold but can reaching for the cloudy considered bold?
No, not in a world where all must unfold.
There is a thousand and one to fear about choices,
Fears of ending in the plight of lot,
It's more like the game of casting lots, which you expect a trophy or end in loss.
This piece is nice and insightful I must say.