When Lost…

When Lost...

She travels with her opened box
(only a script)
Between dueling images
Her greener grasses
To learn two sides will make a whole

A hole where the world sleeps
While she picks up the pieces
To find lessons like rain they fall

In Fall when her dreams come
(mainly sanguine)
Between dueling images
To master the contents of her gift






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