Intruder,
Shrieking sound
Someone had broken her entrance
Scurrying,
How far she could
The noise of footsteps nearby
gave her a feeling
like she was surrounded by
thunder and lightening
It was so frightening
Held the treatise
in the vinicity of her heart
One misstep,
She landed in a mud puddle
He came to her aid
Removed the tome out of her hands
within seconds it burned into ashes
Gone were the broken- heart flashes
She then understood
writing a different book- series could be scary
But walking with the painful ones
would lead her to dead - ends
She clasped his hand,
exploring from now on untarnished lands
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A New Era
PoesiaA cocktail of poetry Get the champagne glasses ready A new Era is beginning Creative ideas in my mind spinning. #irregular updates