Tragedy
She lost her soul to the misery of the nighttorrential rain washed it into the sewer of life.
and the anguish she felt compounded the pain
of a time spent with no hope only strife.
When we met I saw a pureness seldom seen
and a fragile heart full of wonder and grace.
pure as the fresh fallen rain and spring air
and eyes as white as resent woven lace.
The smile of an Angel was her Cue
to love everyone with unconditional zeal.
she was surrounded by an aura of heaven
and a glow of a spirit you could almost feel.
When I remember those days I shed a tear
to think her life is gone and no longer here.
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