Sunday, November 20, 2011


 The lips with a beautiful smile
Haven’t chortled, for quite a while
Eyes which had the brightest spark
Faded too soon into the dark

Her concerned words of care
Do now need their fair share
Her blithe merry ballet of joy
Exposed to life’s puzzles and ploy

The zeal of her adolescent heart
Splintered into bits and parts
Fervor of the juvenile soul
Witness to futile control

Her voice that echoed its distant dreams
In agony and anguish it just screams
The mind apostle to buoyant thoughts
Heedless vagrant, is distraught

In awe of her present and her past
Life and love as I passed, I asked
Was I delirious then, or am I now
Restore her past can I, somehow

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