Little One


Little One”, a treasured name

The drops of gold in a darkened flame

A weak thing over the strong pulls

You don’t know your power, be merciful

O your eyes! Hide those still

Who could bear its memory comfortably


The ebony flower,

plucked from a burning star.

Once again in mid-December,

it’s lost paradise, heaven remembers.

Thank you heaven, my paradise gained.

Hope is sure, love, joy and laughter.

A fresh life with end of year’s rain,

My beautiful rainbow that came after.

Little one, O Little one it’s true

To your soul, dearest, more years to you.


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