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Omens...?
Beauty was her calling card-once
A sacrificial lamb of peace-
Alas, she burned her life-as a candle
In days of pain without cease;
Her hopeless world of-make-believe
Where inner perfection struggled to grow
A nuance of yet another shade-fading
Took away her effluent Fire-fly glow;
Near the honey suckles the tambourines played
A most disquieting melody
For the morning trespassed upon her world
Boding her happiness-never to be;
poem
by
Theodora Onken
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