You haunted my dreams
with your long hair
dancing in the wind
your slender legs
fairer than cream
standing barefoot
on the virgin earth
the eloquent version of your body
hidden in the plae
pinkness of the translucent
dress you often wore
You're a picture of innocence
with soul as pure as snow
And as I see you
through the vapory
mirrors of time
I saw a different form
a different character
gone was the child
playing with gaeity and mirth
replaced by a much altered form
done with the elegance and style
a scent passing by
Through the hourglass
I whisper
May the divine providence
wrap you in his hand
and make you an angel
with wings of the purest snow
as you were here on earth
~Ria Villaflor 9.16.98
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