Beautifully she shone from a vibrant red rose.
The perfume of a lily
Her eyes sparkled like the evening stars.
Her smile wilder than the ocean.
Her hair
Her feet
Resembled a longing for love.
She had the most beautiful eyes,
Yet they told a sad secret
Of slavery upon her brow.
Alas, her dream was about to unfold,
Happy ever after.
Poem and Photography by Rosalind
The Bugle 