A field full of dew
Nov 29, 2021
Teetering on the edge of insanity
She falters aimlessly
In a field full of dew
While shadows appear, sacred
Reaching for her freedom
Yet snatched away in an instant
Her longingness to run
Through a field full of dew
She hesitates, biding her time
While her heart beats
In her chest as panic sets in
She fixes her stature
Turning on her heels
She looks fear square on
And echoing the words
I’m no longer fearful
Her freedom is found
In a field of dew
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