Grey Angel

Curls never toss in playful winds, Hands that cannot hold. Lips that will never be kissed, A heart forever cold. Eyes that stare at eternity, A gown far out of fashion Cheeks where roses never bloomed, Nor flamed with heated passion. And yet, her stillness calls me out Her figure fascinates Perched upon a child's grave, Some life yet resonates.

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