Little Girl Lost
Children of the last age
Reading rites oer my grave
Know that inmy time
The earth was saved mymine.
In the age of Maya,
2012 winters cold,
Youth and age and reincarnate,
To the holy night,
Escape this earth's void
Once a dancing youth,
Filled with excitement,
Met with others his generation, bright
Where the holy night,
Was filled with music.
Tired with ectasy,
On the grass we swapped,
Parents were afar,
Strangers wenever were,
And the maiden,she were fair.
To her father's room,
Filled with a painted jungle,
But her loving look,
Opened the healing book,
All her feathers knowledge.
Now scar and ink,
To thy fathers speak,
Of the little girl lost
And the sacred saved earth,
With my soul in its care.
Copyright © Anthony Dover | Year Posted 2015
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