Keeper of her dreamsA Poem by PP
At the end if a very dark alley
Stood a faint figurine... She was in great haste Being chased by a devil As she tread upon the wobbly brick pavement With high heels of disgrace A twist in the ankle ceased her steps.. The figurine wasn't very inviting Nor was it sympathising Knowing that she is inches away From the perils of the monster She tossed in the air Delicately yet very uncaringly Her hopes packed away tightly in a container That strange figurine That uninviting stranger Now became 'The Keeper of her Dreams' © 2014 PPAuthor's Note
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