After a horrible day, where nothing went right,
The falling of the dark cloak was my only respite,
Closing my eyes I begin to fall asleep,
Further and further away I drift away into the dream.....
Pushing a little white door a little bit,
I peep cautiously, only to see a little girl sit,
On a little stool she opens her book and begins to read,
I think to myself who could this possible be?
Turning each page with such care, she sighs happily,
I ponder to myself what could she be reading so intently?
Watching her I am so amazed,
Her little black curls fall so sweetly on her little brown face,
She seems so familiar, but I unable to tell who she is,
Perhaps if I talked to her, I'd learn who this little miss is,
Suddenly she looked up and saw me standing there by the door,
In her shock she dropped her book, onto the floor,
Surveying me with her big brown eyes, she patiently waits,
As though in my hands I hold her fate,
To reassure her, I give her my broadest smile,
She beams back, nothing but pride in her eyes,
Carefully she takes small steps towards me,
I held my hand out to her and she took it with glee,
"I'm Samantha", she said so unafraid,
I could look at her, only with praise,
"I am Samantha too!" I said coming to my senses,
She giggled slightly at the fall of my defences,
"We share the same name" she pointed out sweetly,
I poked her nose and tickled her playfully,
Squealing in delight we played some more,
And suddenly the dream was over, yet i was content once more.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
