Vagabond
Like a ravished maiden
pale, forlorn and ashen
the birch lay in the still pond.
Dreams of Ophelia evoke nostalgia,
as golden tresses move on,
splay upon the water
feast upon our daughter
a beautiful vagabond.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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