She was a beautiful girl.. Now lying silent in the icy rain.. Rosebud lips Soft curve frame.. Young skin now deathly white.. Broken bones Walking in deaths light.. This young girl who died this night.. A million deaths her heart did die.. Unlimited tears her eyes did cry.. No words Her mouth is silent now.. No more hiding. No more violence.. Red tears streak her face.. She is hidden now.. In this secret place.. She will be forgotten soon.. She will slowly turn to bones As the seasons change.. this place will become her grave.. Not even a cross with her name.. She was abducted.. Beaten.. Killed.. Abandoned.. Buried in the snow.. No one will find her.. No one knows.. This lost child.. They will call Jane Doe. She will be alone in death.. As she was in life.. This girl.. This child.. That died this night.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
(Self-published. Please contact author directly to order.)
Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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