THE GIRL
The cry of a little girl
piercing through the forest, everything seems to come to a stand-still at that
sound. The girl did not know anything about her greatness.
As she stops screaming
tears from her Cristal bright eyes, she noticed she was all alone. What a
dangerous place to leave a baby as beautiful as the rose flower smiling at the
sky.
She wipes her eyes with
the back of her hand, to the right and to the left. She looked around her.
Could this be true? Am I alone, how, why, what do I know to do? Who will take
me to where everyone is? To a place I will see my peers, to a place I can run
around clapping and singing. That place where there will always be someone to
watch over me. Could this be a dream? She looked around to be sure she was
sleeping. There was no picture of sleep so dream is out of place. She pinched
herself “ha I feel the pain” she looked around her as if to find a toy to play
with or keep her company. Everything around her is not, not and not a toy.
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