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The Dream…
A pale thread of golden light brushed her face looking outside she saw it lighted a path in the Darkness… Did she dare follow? Where could it lead? She felt as though the light was attached to her soul… her very being… Drawing her into the Darkness… the unknown… Her feet were not her own… following the tiny lighted path that ended in a glowing meadow The light dimmed… A figure emerged… Calling her… Beckoning… Safe… Secure… Finally she saw him The old man said, “I have been waiting for you.” And… The Dream Ended… © 2014 Annie Original PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
ANNIE'S MUSE 
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