Hannah Sleeps
Hannah sleeps
and dreams of all that could have been.
Waking is just too hard
When all you’ve got is cigarettes
And a cold to fall back on.
Moonlight rushes through her head,
Not missing any corners,
And strikes a scene.
A golden girl
With lovely curls
Swings as high as birds cry.
Letting go was all she had to do
To feel free.
Copyright © Larry Taylor | Year Posted 2009
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