Flower Day
The joy of a child,
running through a graveyard.
The laughter of children,
echoes from the gravestones.
A figurehead in porcelain,
set in a volcanic necklace.
A queen,
a goddess,
an Angel.
You disappear with the fragments of my mind,
they can not hold you forever.
Were your name not etched in stone,
I would surely forget you.
To remember you is to render myself void.
Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015
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