"Make a wish" her mother said
and she did.
She made a wish for each pomegranate seed she ate.
"One: I wish for warmth."
And she was bathed in a warm glow.
"Two: I wish for kindness."
And he smiled at her, and offered her a place to sit.
"Three: I wish for abundance."
And she was surrounded by bountiful food, water, and everything she could possibly need.
"Four: I wish for respect."
And she was given a choice.
"Five: I wish for love."
And he promised to give her his heart.
"Six: I wish to stay here, with you."
She sat on her new throne, her love by her side.
Her mother sat beneath a tree, the world cloaked in winter.
She wished she had never told her daughter wishes often came true.
--The Scorpion Poet
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