Here is one I wrote for Olga's birthday this past fall...I posted it in the thread for anniversary of her birthday but I'll post it again:
To Olga Nicholaevna:
You were so young,
Just hardly grown,
And yet at twenty-two you'd flown.
No time for a kiss, or lingering in his arms,
For those you loved were too low for your charms.
But time to weep, and know your fate,
You deserved a better end than this.
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We were nymphs, in a world lost to the people of today.
We blossomed, but now we lay, never to bloom again,
on the face of this earth, gone, but not forgoten.
About OTMA.
You stood there, bravley, with beating hearts, to meet your destiny. How could you have been there one day, gone the next? Only sheer cruelty could destroy such pure, innocent, beautiful souls.
Another one about OTMA.
This one was inspired by a William Wordsworth poem I forget the title of. It's supposed to be about Olga, but I don't know whose perspective is supposed to be from. perhaps one of her sweethearts, written in the '20s or something.
I saw upon a hill, a maiden fair of face, the sunlight shining upon her golden locks.
I knew only too well who she was, but nay, I dared not approach, for no mortal being she, but a spirit of the past.
White dress a-floating, I saw her fade, and hurried upon my way, but yet, I will remember, for 'twas an event that I would not wish to forget.
