Her JourneyA Poem by white raven
she sleeps, small and childlike
curled into herself dreaming of long conversations and never-ending parties as she becomes older, she becomes younger and younger still until her glory days are once more eyelids flutter in response to some unseen wonder and mumbles escape her lips and laughter too this is her journey I cannot follow yet I cannot share but only remember the stories told so often I only see the beauty that is hidden behind the mask so cruelly placed upon her face it will never replace who she really is © 2012 white raven |
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Added on April 22, 2012 Last Updated on April 22, 2012 Author
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