Bright white light, floods yet again
Locked in waist length braids
She proudly walks
Stepping safe and sure
Her calm allure, so pure
Sleep into silent dream
Unknown worlds and schemes
Clouded, foggy visions
Green gardens of faith
Beyond the guarded gate
Clear stream of unconsciousness
Pulls her heart from scorching fire
He tosses it aside
Stay here forever...
His fantasy stops
Looking weak and fragile
We fear the worst
It falls beyond the pale
No warmth, and so
She never wakes
Thinks he...
She might be dying
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Workshop...
Mark's workshop poem, rewritten. ~ Geez.
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