my heart
musings and confusings
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
the little girl and the urn
inside her fairy tales she dwelled in misty
trees and revery.
the comfort that she took with her
without within she needed.
the smoke a hazy gentle veil
in soft
dreamstate surrounding,
from the world outside,
a place to hide.
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