Her world’s different than the world she saw.
In her head dirt can talk & trees are lords.
You will think her mad if she speaks out loud.
You may fancy her a fairy but you know her not.
One day she lost her innocence to dream,
trapped in the prison of the strangest gleams.
She doesn’t know why and what she has to lose,
slowly she retreats to a place that’s..
Suspended in nowhere a glass bubble hangs,
inside its safety a scared creature hides
who can no longer grow old or wise.
Finally she realizes what she has to lose
& starts to take down what’s no longer of use.
One by one she let strangers in to share a little dream,
re-creating a world only this time the outside is in.
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