Anima written by Cindy Medina at



written by: Cindy Medina



A lavish spray of floral fireworks
doth obscure thy pallid hands

Chaste veil of fine lace beset by
sparkling gems adorns thy head

Regally clad in milky satin gaily
o’er-run by pearls and velvet bows

June’s bride doth no more bask in
sunshine nor play upon the green

Attended by low-lit candles, not maids
melancholy strains, not jaunty organ notes

Somberly swung incense is now thy only
perfume, mingling with sad tears

Thy peaceful face like unto an angel’s,
framed by satin and cherry wood.

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