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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() If only the forbidding hands Of the damned clock of time Could turn in reverse To when worry dare not lie Upon our delicate heads Except for the dragon whose breath is of fire And a princess trapped in a thorn covered tower So innocent and naïve is she
To believe that a prince will come Rescue her, to be free The howling of a beast in the night When the children sleep Their heads resting on delicate petals Adorned in the garden As they dream Living in happiness Going on and on Prancing on the horses of a round-a-bout Forever spinning-- Away and away Further from home Somehow never to return Where they began, unafraid The make-believe universe Eternally lost The hearts plead the same song-- Maybe someday we would be children again For only then would we be free Comments are closed.
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