her eyes are closed,
her lashes laced
moonlight gleams off
her tear streamed face.
a troubled mind
a chronic ache
that fills her heart
but never wakes
endless slumber
uneventful
neither peaceful
nor too painful
she's lived like this
most of her life
no one to hold
nothing to hide
she does not miss
the world unknown
'twas never seen
or ever shown
the world she sees
is deep within
another realm
an endless whim
the tide may rise
the clouds may shift
the birds may chirp
and streams may drift
but all she knows
turns into smoke
the smell of a rose
the scent of a dream
a train of thoughts
a soothing hum
they blend into
a dream for one
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