Camomile Peace

Posted on August 4, 2020 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

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She sought peace
in a time that’d lost its mind,
as it was prone to do sometimes.
Camomile.
Harsh new reality
was the old one stripped bare,
devoid of people who cared.
Camomile.
Strange that she
was one of the vulnerable,
had survived to become forgettable.
Camomile.
Sipping her tea
opened her heart for a tale,
it turned pain into story so well.
Finding peace.
Camomile.

©August 2020
Christina Anne Hawthorne

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About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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