Euphoria Virgin by Deanna M GritsonisEuphoria virgin
Sitting in the meadow
Crying little child
Where are you love?
Death is now the flowery sent in the air
Is it gone?
Anguish for what this has come to
Longing for something extra
A taste
A proposition from the devil
He laughs his cunning as at me
Virgin to other eyes
Virgin to lust
Loving alone
Uncertain of what there is
Euphoria virgin
In a death meadow
Calling to her grave
Is it the devil?
Or the rose on my finger?
09/22/2002 Posted on 09/22/2002 Copyright © 2025 Deanna M Gritsonis
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