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In the lamplight the little girl trudges home head down step weary thoughts heavy mind on the past of dreams and hopes forsaken and realised thinking how a dream is no longer as good when it happens a let down a prelude of nothingness ahead and the effort of forging another goal as having none is the distant tree with no branches no balance nothing for the wind to make music and once inside the house in her lonely bedroom she removes her hat and gloves putting them carefully away but leaving her coat on the bed she looks in the mirror seeing an elderly lady look back with a knowing smile experienced and worldly and wonders why she took so long coming home
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Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:33 PM UTC
The Long Way Home
In the lamplight the little girl trudges home head down step weary thoughts heavy mind on the past of dreams and hopes forsaken and realised thinking how a dream is no longer as good when it happens a let down a prelude of nothingness ahead and the effort of forging another goal as having none is the distant tree with no branches no balance nothing for the wind to make music and once inside the house in her lonely bedroom she removes her hat and gloves putting them carefully away but leaving her coat on the bed she looks in the mirror seeing an elderly lady look back with a knowing smile experienced and worldly and wonders why she took so long coming home
© Jill Vance 2008
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Northern Irish
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 8:33 PM UTC
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