Begonias
Black beads hung around her neck.
Begonias fill her hair.
Golden bangles on each wrist.
Crimson lips and eyes that stare.
A feather gliding forward
Like a swallow on still air
Void of every passion
A heart filled with life’s 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
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