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Flower girl, flower girl, where do you hide?
You missed the procession and upset the bride.
Flower girl, flower girl, where have you gone?
The wedding has started. The ring has been drawn.
Flower girl, flower girl, where are you now?
The bride and the groom have both spoken a vow.
Flower girl, flower girl, you have been missed.
The couple is married; the bride has been kissed.
Flower girl, flower girl, off on your own.
While you were sulking, the white rice was thrown.
Flower girl, flower girl, you've been gone so long,
By now the new couple is getting it on.
I hope I captured the emotion.
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2009/07/escape.html
emptyness is overwhelming!!!
I think when I grow old I shall wear lavender in my hair.
And remember the day when I was young and sat in garden of lavender and green.
THE SWEETEST BLOOM IN THE GARDEN
In the garden by the road,
A young girl meditates,
Her tender mind unclouded,
By anger, bile or hate.
She sees the world in beauty,
Love, honesty and truth.
If only she cold hold on,
To the innocence of youth
In the garden she hides from her father's gaze, and longs for the day when she can run free.
Her mother only ignores her and looks away.
She would sit in the garden all day if she could. The birds and the butterflies are her only friends. Oh, if only she could have their wings. Wings to carry her far, far away.
Haiku
She dreams of dresses,
white knights on black steeds,castles
and romantic nights.
Better late than never! :)
http://thewaxingmoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/skipping-rhyme.html
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