A poem from a different perspective

My auburn hair gleams in the bright and warm sun

That’s how I like to imagine it.

This is the night of horror,

Marilla, please let me stay

I pray under my sheets

Tears stream down my face

Will they ever stop?

This could be my last night

In this imaginal beauty

I should be happy!

Be happy

Imagine you never came

The little circles collect and go straight in to my hart

Eyes close

Sweet dreams. 

The End

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