You get two poems today. Maybe its because the first one was too short or maybe my brain is just too sleepless that its releasing my inner poet out. Image Credits: http://rhymeswithmonth.deviantart.com/
I watch the dropping hail as it sparkled
on those wet winter days.
i was reminded of the scent
of those sweet innocent days.
When you blessed me with your kindness,
your holy immaculate grace
and i watched as your tears sparkled,
on your little suckling face.
i missed your sweet essence,
the guilty childish gaze.
i wish you hadn’t died that day,
o little princess in the grave.