Theme: Death

Monarch

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Sweeter yellows than the sun's rays that day
Netted my heart,
As I found you torn and bedded to the ground.

Forced to trust, I guided you to my hand
A closer vision of that transition from beast to
Beauty I held now with a frown.

My children wished your wings would grow
And swell as I placed you in the flats of marigolds,
A grave itself with ending summer, an overture to brown

I knew it was near, the dust of you undone
To the brightest Orange I left you under shade and mourning
A King of skies, a King of transient ends'

06-Aug-2006

More By  : Dr. Christine Redman Waldyer

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