Estranged
Around the prairie, blithely she glides
Her brunette locks, her beautiful tangles
On a horse-a-riding, sweet days awaiting
Her oh-so-fragile heart beats bass-a-pounding!
Her nonage days- so real, so glorious,
No tint of blindness, her days unnumbered
Her flimsy fingers ‘round a beasty fist
A refuge she knows from unknown solace.
Oh blessed child of light
Felicity- her living language!
A spitting image- our crimson bloods alike,
But life’s a ruse of humor
Her paradise; my infamous dungeon
In those familiar eyes- my doggone days
Her iris lining an image clear
My estranged sire- he holds her dear!
Copyright © Cheri Teng | Year Posted 2016
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