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posted on Jul, 17 2016 @ 01:35 PM
By the roaring fire and flickering lights,
she sat in her rocking chair,
thoughts of her childhood can be found,
in the inner sanctity of her mind,
those innocent years of braiding her hair,
running in the fields picking daffodils,
not a care in the world, but rainbows and pots of gold,
invisible play mates chasing her through the wind,
golden showers of sun glistening in the clouds,
she longed to be, where she could be free,
alas, the day is short and the night is long,
she is where she is forced to belong,
alone with her cats and many hats,
she sees the angels through the glass,
they are coming to get her at last,
ice cream cones and candy canes have past,
back to her origin the place of souls she will go,
home again where the past can not grow.

posted on Jul, 17 2016 @ 01:51 PM
a reply to: forthelove

Another 👍 Great writing!

posted on Jul, 17 2016 @ 01:59 PM
a reply to: Quantum12

Thanks Quantum!

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