Who Is This?
I awake from the same dream, that one when I heard you scream ,you sounded so close but
surely not, In that dream there was fire, my hands are still hot, In this dream your running,
running from me, but the ashes are heavy, so thick I cannot see,Let me help you little girl
please come see, but when the girl turned around the girl was me........
Copyright © Frieda Rogers | Year Posted 2009
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