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Inner Child

Beyond the ocean and over the meadow, inside a little cottage with air so mellow. Lies a
child in a chair next to a broken window, where her mind wonders and her dreams have
settled. A tiny frown upon her tiny face. Her tilted brows sit in a disappointed place.
There are no doors in such a place, and there are no other windows int he old depressing
space. The only way to catch her hopes and her dreams, she must leave this house; though
easy as it seems, she fears what may come from the world outside the broken window. So
much safety in this little cottage makes it hard to let go. All it takes is a bold step,
to be placed in mind and always kept. With sudden outburst she dives out the broken
window, and bolts across the front yard and over the meadow. When  she reaches the shore
by the ocean, she collapses by the water and remains without motion. Tears soak her eyes
as her spirit flies. Her heart is free to catch her dreams, that are finally filled with
so much meaning. Therefore, beyond the little cottage with the broken window, and over the
meadow; by the ocean lies a child that cries. Not with pain and sorrow,, but in such hope
for the 'morrow.

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