Saturday, 26 March 2011

An heavenly Child

Did ever such view meet an eye


Without the mind overwhelmingly high


The scene a distinct picture be 


A portrait paint which has no claim.


The tailor sigh no dress could match


Nature mourns no place she found.


Truly, truly she is an heavenly child


A daughter of heaven’s renown


K.Oni

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