++ A Child of Dreams +++

Amazing what an hour of procrastination can result in. Written when trying to be inspired to finish my Engineering report on wastewater recyclying system :s.


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She was a child of a thousand dreams;
She longed to be that girl of such grace,
Who’d take the wind’s hands and freely dance.
She longed to be that affectionate lover,
Who’d caress the music with her fingertips.
She longed to be that sculptor in disguise,
Who’d live another’s life behind her crafted masks.
She longed to be that silent storyteller,
Who’d tell the world her minds through lines and colour.
But alas! To her, life was not so kind.
As the words of man have defeated her.
And the child of dreams has now died,
Trapped and buried in the sand of time...
And to me, standing before the present,
She has become a tale long forgotten.

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Sydney (UTS Lab 6:49), 28th October 1:55pm