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Amidst the cool evening fog
stands a woman alone
her hair long and soft as down feathers
her face as young
and innocent as the fawns of the forest
pale soft skin
reminding me of the finest porcelain
tears glide down her delicate skin, tickling her lips
she gazes up to the sky
as if looking for a reason
an answer, a sign

Looking up at the large night sky
so many stars, so small yet so bright

such beauty painted delicately
as if by a artists brush
each one unique
yet just as breathtaking
I feel so small
like one grain of sand
amidst miles of shoreline

Her mind wanders
emotions flow through her
like the gentle rhythm of the sea
why must I feel so much emotion
are you up there divine one
have you time for me?

Her eyes closing
as she feels the cool wind
blow through her long hair
whooshing it around her face
like a horses main
it flows wildly in the winds
the cold bricks of the street
shimmering with the starlight
as if covered in glaze
beneath her bare feet
its like spirits are amidst the winds

Her mind wanders again
why do you let such things happen
why must the innocent suffer
why must they feel the hands of anger
the pain, the abuse I've seen
I've heard and witnessed
and even felt
leaves me feeling lost inside
where does my anger go
where do I cast it out
where does the pain go
will it ever leave me be

Grasping her long gown in her hands
she lowers herself to the street
kneeling with her knees
on the cool bricks below
she looks around
run down buildings
broken windows
broken dreams and lives
the remnants of an old fire
a place where beauty and life
family and friends
once flourished
now it stands quiet as the leaves
standing still in the calm of the storm

Breathing deep into her,
the damp night air
feeling so much
yet knowing so little
needing so much
yet receiving so little

All she hears
in the quiet of the night
is the rhythmic beating of her heart
that sings her to sleep at night

All she feels this night
are emotions that dig and claw at her soul
like a pack of wolves at a fresh meals kill

closing her eyes
her dreams speak to her again
softly whispering
how to heal and mend

closing her eyes for a moment
she reflects back
to a time of greeting
the fresh morning air

the dew covered grass
glistening like little gems
feeling the grass caress
her bare feet
like the feathers of a bird

the dew tickling her toes
as it washes them clean
laughing and smiling
no cares, no sorrows
only full of
Wishes for tomorrow

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