Among the roses she was sleeping
And hidden was among the rocks
Among the rains her heart was weeping
But cunning were her eyes of fox
In red her love has been uncovered
In blue was mystery revealed
In orange-fierce her hair hovered
In pale was tender smile concealed
Among the others she was alien
In moonlight was she by herself
Her perfect time seemed just a failure -
The clock has never turned to twelve
She was abandoned, left alone
And no one else in hissing dark
Just like an old bare bone
Which never finds its dog to bark
Never found. Ненайденная
© Copyright: Helen Parker, 2003
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