Begonias
Black beads hung around her neck.
Begonias fill her hair.
Golden bangles on each wrist.
Crimson lips and eyes that stare.
Like a feather floating forward,
Gliding softly on still air.
Void of every passion.
A heart filled with despair.
Sweet dreams dead from sorrow,
No worldly joy to share.
She drifts in solemn solitude
For the love that is not there.
written ©2018.11.12
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2018
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