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Jan 2017
Desperately searching
but not moving an inch, standing
Its dark and I'm scared
I can't see past the wreckage
Its too tall and thick
What I'm looking for has to be there
I notice you sitting in the shadows
Maybe, wondering what I'm looking for?
I asked if you knew if it was that way
You came to me and together
With the first step it gets brighter
With the second step it gets clearer
With the third step it gets warmer
Its beautiful, its whimsical
Its stunning, it must be spring
There's a dog caged in behind a fence
He is barking toward us, warning us?
Mad at us? Maybe he is calling for us
To set him free but we don't have His key
What a flower, so rich with power
I want to take it with me,
It has protection that ****** me
A little further there's a stream
In the sunlight it gleams
The water is only the most clean
What else do I need?
Nothing comes to mind so I'll take my time
I like it here
I'm not leaving here
The beauty is worth the stay
This one happened as I was describing the dream I just woke up from. The setting, like most my dreams, was in the neighborhood I grew up in.
Jaclyn Harlamert
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Jaclyn Harlamert  Kentucky
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