little one
Mucho many moons ago
in a languid liquid lava flow
of love. A little blossom was born
and syrupy sweet
in disposition.
Delicate in demeanor
flitting flower to flower
in her fishnet feet barely
pausing to pollinate.
Oblivious to the
looming legacy that was
hers to keep.
by Lucya W.k. Lebid @ 4 Jan'10
© 2010, Lucya Kotelewec Lebid, all rights reserved
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