Diana

In a small village there grew

a beauty pure and true,

a flower beyond pristine,

a shy rose not yet seen.

Blessed are those who can hear the screams of flowers picked to soon.


A woman grounded in earthly hue

came to light in Royal Blue.

A lady of depth and substance

towered above pomp and circumstance.

Blessed are those who can cradle a wilted body without pause or fear.


With our heads bent in silent contemplation,

we bid farewell to the conscience of a nation.

To “England’s Rose” we say good-bye,

good-bye to our lovely Princess Di.

Blessed are the wingless angels that walk in the valley among us.

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kinnycut

I have been writing quite a number of years. I have been published numerous times and I have won several writing awards throughout the years. I won one for poetry just last year from a state contest through my college, the College of Central Florida. I graduated Magna Cum Laude from that same college in 2015 with a degree in Mass Communications. I now have a BA in Psychology from Saint Leo University.

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