This lovely
child built her castles
With strings,
ribbons and balloons
Each delicately
tied with innocence
So to float -
free
In a realm
Where all night
fears
and tears are
shed ...
Where ancient
screams
and dreams are
lost with morning’s mist...
Where angry straps
and gentle wraps
are remembered...
Where imposing portals
and mortals are won.
Where dissonant time
and soothing
rhyme are redeemed.
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