Shannon Pearson Poems

Down the twisted staircase to the dragons lair
I can't breath or speak, my eyes widened in terror.
Please speak up, say something for me. Save me, save me.
How can this be?
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Morning has come and my eyes slightly open to see the ray of sunshine on her precious face
Golden curls abundantly swirling on the pillow
Cheeks rosy red and lips as pretty as a budding flower
Bright blue eyes as crisp as the ocean staring back at me.
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