Alanthis Grace


Waiting For Home

She sits there on that bed and hears the water wash by
An unfamiliar sound in an unfamiliar life
She catches the scent of shore
And the wind through the trees
The beauty of nature only a window away
She opens the glass and lets the wind rush in
Crimson hair brushes by her ivory face
She welcomes the sounds and smells of life
But it is a bitter sweet moment as tears fill her eyes

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