Monday, 26 January 2015

Uricke

She was just a girl.
A flower picked to soon.
Never allowed to blossom, never allowed to fully bloom.
Picked before her time, a flower so delicate, so pure.
Stolen from our meadow, starved of the love needed.
No more will we see her petals of absolute beauty that only her heart could hold.
*02/03/1994
+25/11/2013