Queeny

by tri tran   Aug 17, 2006


The crimson moon waned, slowly.

Her night came, a sudden grief
As, into the darkened sky, she evaporated,
Never, again, she beamed in joy,
Always murmured secrets from her dusty tomb,
Always dripped sad, cyan tears upon Georgia.

Soon, the golden wings of heaven would unfold to wrap her soul.

*** dedicated to queeny, died from suiside, in Lake Larnier. GA

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