It leans against the railings
bright and gleaming pink
bows have been tied around it's frame
ribbons adorn it's wheels and spokes
See the sorrow arranged in flowers
the forget me nots and notes from loves lost
this sad memorial to a young vibrant life
a life snuffed out liken to a burning candle flame
This tragic place by the roadside
this is where a young child lost it's life
on a busy street in the frantic hours
when push comes to shove, in the name of progress
Along the narrow path now gleaming in sunlit rain
sits an army of teddies with water dripping down their faces
their smiles unhindered by the tragic circumstance
yet their heads start to bow to hide their dew covered eyes
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC
It leans against the railings
bright and gleaming pink
bows have been tied around it's frame
ribbons adorn it's wheels and spokes
See the sorrow arranged in flowers
the forget me nots and notes from loves lost
this sad memorial to a young vibrant life
a life snuffed out liken to a burning candle flame
This tragic place by the roadside
this is where a young child lost it's life
on a busy street in the frantic hours
when push comes to shove, in the name of progress
Along the narrow path now gleaming in sunlit rain
sits an army of teddies with water dripping down their faces
their smiles unhindered by the tragic circumstance
yet their heads start to bow to hide their dew covered eyes
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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