Diana, Princess of wales
Remembering the solace of an all too brief embrace,
Falling tears on tiaras put her diamonds in their place;
And the only consolation for her ever reaching hand,
is the coldest of caresses from the latest leaf to land..
Poetry by John-Charles Cooke
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Written on 2012-05-21 at 00:20
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