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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.

Cindy Medina

Cindy Medina

Cindy is working very hard at becoming a published author and poet. She has written five novel-length stories, is working on two others besides. Also nearly 200 Haiku poems and a handful of Western lyrical poems. Otherwise she's a lifelong amateur astronomer, weather watcher, avid reader, and (last but certainly not least) married 24 years to D.
Cindy Medina

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