Covetable Death

She with her miserable desolated soul,
Rested on her withered knees.
Her spry young heart full of felicity,
Ceased to blossom and was perishing.

She felt like nothing but a vulnerable meager piece;
Lost and confounded in cul-de-sacs of the vale,
Gone into disarray, was like a defunct rudder
Of a boat with the shredded sail.

Laying in the bed of gardenias,
Now her body had clad in the shroud;
Deserting her to another land under the
Cerulean sky with the moving clouds.

A strange smile possessing peace
Burnished on her cold, wan face,
Like the providence has granted
Her, the most covetable death with grace.

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