This poem is dedicated to Michaela Harte, who was killed in Mauritius in her hotel suite whilst staying there with her husband on their honeymoon. RIP.
The trip of a life time,
short glimpse of sublime,
happy time to spent
on an island like a dream.
This was when the boarded
for their island getaway,
sipping champagne and
kissing each other on board of the plane.
Happy times of honeymoon
turned bitter and sad,
when she went for biscuits
back up to their suite.
Her life has now ended
before it began,
family’s broken, and so is her man.
Paradise held in store
a horrific end.
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