Anger and Tears Is All That's Left
A small heart, princess in pink, infant flawless love,
steals and snuggles, in mortals and Gods soul.
Infant fragile,
kitten softness.
Soft freshness babe, invites a finger's touch, a kiss.
A kiss of sleep that seeps stealing her life.
Nature's bounty drape on its pink casket.
A breath, flutter of wings, the quiet deafening.
A heart broken, the last farewell,
grief unbounded, when will it end.
Infant fragile,
miss its presence.
6/27/2018
Poetry Contest: Fragmented Verse 2. Anger
Sponsored by: Broken Wings- Dear Heart
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