The Book 3
The touch of the morning breeze made her conscious but lay still
Curtains in her window danced to the beat of the fresh air
The window welcomes her to glance at the sky
She noticed something written that made her gazed
Like time machine she comes to recall her experience
Must she be dead so she feels her presence
Turned to her wristwatch, dropped the "6:59" and glad it keeps moving
Tears poured out so fast
Took her fav'rite pillow
Grasped its "33:3" printed numbers
She closed her eyes and pray
Glad her faith brought her back to earth
Wishing that door from her room won't lead her back to peril
-Last part of "The Book"
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