The Fairest Maiden


The sun comes up and the sun goes down. Spring
Has turned into autumn and now all the leaves
Are falling to the ground. White laced woman
When will all your dreams come true? Broken
Hearted she cries “I know you’re never coming
Back again so I guess it’s time I gave up on
Loving you. They say all good things must
Come to an end still I can’t believe we are
Really through!” But as the seasons change
And the snow turns to rain she is still all
Alone. Like a prisoner locked away in a care-
Less world of her own. White laced woman
Please don’t cry anymore. One day all of your
Dreams will come true! And he is not the only
Man that can love you! Well the sun comes up
And the sun goes down. The fairest maiden
Bears one heavy crown!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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Aloke
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Intensely romantic. Great imagery. A beautiful piece.

Disa Orchid
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I like the way imagery has been used through the seasons and the white laced lady.Nice writing.

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