Sara Katherine Dickson Biography

The sun rises,
It's rays the fiery feathers of a phoenix,
And dawn plants a soft kiss on the horizon,
Her pink cheeks and rich blue dress,
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A lonesome path, which now I walk, this
Desolate world, where the trees ever mock
Me as I wander near
Caught, ensnared
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Standing upon a dream carcass
I ponder
Who holds my identity
Since I am no longer me?
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Long stood I
Under the cloak of night
Where shadows play
Under the moon's dim light
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Tap tap tap tap
Fleeting tears upon broken glass
In the distance-Nothing
Nothing!
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