You were a wild child
Like a banquet, feasting life
Beauty dancing past.
Are you somewhere still?
Cooking wonderful food, that smile
Heavenly sunshine.
You were the whirlwind
Or a star brightly burning
Incandescently.
You lived three lifetimes
With your lust for adventure
Gone now, Carolina.
Still loved and still missed
There hasn’t been a party
Like your last, last dance!
21st March 2008
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