Peasant’s Lemonade for the Tired Queens
No sleeping beauty
or princess aching from a pea.
We are sweltered insomniacs.
Still, we dare to dream
of a cocktail
to melt the clinking ICE.
We stay to witness the fall
of the scorching orange sun,
before we can finally rest.
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I do hear the people sing!
That second stanza is some inspired subtext. I love this.