once more

She's wearing her long,
Soft dusty pink dress,
Walking through the forest,
Tears streaming down her face,
She overthinks and all creatures stare.
They feel her los and brokenness,
She was once a dreamer,
But slowly she stopped dreamingÂ
And stsrted dying,
Assuredly she stopped creating.
She was once a writer,
Her words flowed like raindrops
Meandering down the window pane.
Her thoughts ran freely onto meaningless paper,
Creating patterns of love,
And hope and dreams,
Until she slowly stopped dreamingÂ
And started dying.
Left, for all she had,
Was her bow and arrow,
Compass pointing to north,
Leading her to that dead oak,
That was once her quietness and peace,
Searching destiny.
With air so thinÂ
She takes her last breath
And let go.
She aims the arrow to the deepest part of her heart,
Right in the middle,
That once pointed to north.
In her second life,
Memories flooded her mind,
Hope differed-
Picking up the fruit of her broken dreams;
Her promises yet to be fulfilled.
Everything once again has beauty,
She gas been given a second chance,
She will once more be a dreamer,
She will be a poet and she will live through her words.
She will once more be beautiful again.
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Hey Ciska!!........this another one of those writes that's VERY compelling in it's story telling quality.........a kind of folk-tale or some antiquated lore or legend.........you really have a gift for this type of write........once you read the first few lines ......you're intrigued...........well done my cyber-friend!!..........high-fives.........smiles..........T xo
Beautiful write, thanks for sharing, my applause, my vote
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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI