O the skies & trees & flowers still need
The tender gaze of her curious eyes!
Yet she is no longer there. Alas, she
Has departed earth and cannot reply.
All the colour and beauty that she gave
To small obscure things is all that remains
Of her. In scattered roses, and paths grey,
And off the beaten track, still wet with rain
I perceive her spirit: so warm, child- like
And playful. It is radiant and white.
Lovely! Adorable images... beautiful expression. Loved it.
Loveliest worded Ode for the deceased poetess.5 Stars full for this excellent Ode.
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A beautiful work of ar, well articuated and nicely brought forth with conviction.