The Reds

[drpepper21]

another poem, a product of sleeplessness.
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I once knew a girl
Named Sabrina
She took long walk in
The great forest of reds….

The sunlight would shine down
from the canopy
and cast of beautiful shafts of light
and every time she took a step
one of those lights would shut down
and the moss on the trees
retreated back underground

she took rest in the shadows
with the reds hugging her gently
if a girl cries in the forest and
no one is around to hear
does it make a sound?

The flowers would bloom
When she got back up
Only to wither away and die…
The yellow chiffon of her dress had frayed
And her boots were scuffed and muddied and brown

At night the reds would cradle her in their arms
To protect her from the wolves in the world
Any other matters of harm

But when the reds all died away
And Sabrina was left
With only the cuts on her arm....