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[title] => Dream a Little Dream
[time] => 2009-09-13 08:37:02
[hometext] => Image credit to photobucket.
[bodytext] =>  The child of light makes a wish into the well Into the darkness, where an echo is a yell. She drops a coin and pays the price. She hopes that her payment's enough to suffice. The coin falls far, but it never makes a sound. There is no splash …no end to be found. Only a low voice speaking…muttering this sound. “Close your eyes, stand still…count to three. Lean closer...look inside…listen to me.” Closer…closer…she’s almost there. When cold arms grab her… pulls her in by the hair! Head over feet, as she begins to fall. Her family is near, their not far at all… But with her breathe taken…she can’t make out the call. Falling faster, her heart skips a beat. When she stops in mid-air…nothing touching her feet. Alone in the dark…nothing can be seen. Thoughts of spooky creatures and things that are mean. Then spotted in the distance…a small glowing light. It draws in closer as she tears up with fright. The thing is getting closer…the area becoming bright. Then a voice speaks calmly. “Child…everything's alright.” “I don’t want to harm you. I’ve watched over you, since you were born.” The child looks in amazement… a snow white unicorn. “You’re in the land of dreams, where wishes come true. I received your coin…the one that you threw.” “Your wish is my command. What gift can I bestow? Surely you’ve something in mind…just let me know.” The girl began to smile…a grin from ear to ear. “I’ll tell you what I want…it’s a”... [Wait what’s that I hear?] Poof… oh no… the unicorn is gone; and the child in her bed. This must have been a dream, something in her head. But the wish, she thought, this is so not cool. Then her mommy’s voice is heard: “Sweetie, time to get up for school.” [comments] => 4 [counter] => 375 [topic] => 5 [informant] => bigperm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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