One scene as I blow out the candles –
Two princesses dance around the backyard
Through the giggles emerges a cry of pain
Tears and blood fall onto the rough grass
Yet comforting arms enfold, all is again secure
I cut the cake.
One scene as I blow out the candles –
Two princesses dance around the backyard
Through the giggles emerges a cry of pain
Tears and blood fall onto the rough grass
Yet comforting arms enfold, all is again secure
I cut the cake.
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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