Little Girl
Who took the joy from your eyes little girl
Who stole the glow of your pearl
Who took the sun away from your shine
Why in your glass is there no wine
Gone is the day, left only blackened ash
Where is the love in your cup little lass
Tis not lost on those who see little girl
That thread of pain in your words little girl
Who put the dark in the way of your sight
As you wither from sufferings in the night
Sweetest one, who emptied your flash of light
A curse on those who have robbed you little girl -
Will not right the past nor the ache that you feel
So I pray that peace set your mind and heart to heal
As fair winds fall gently upon your flowing tresses’ curl
That you may dance and sing o’er field and heathered world
And Jasmine dew fill your life with good once again little
girl.
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