Fantasical World

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Once upon the glimmer
of a fading thought,
she caught a glimpse of the dream
once thought gone forever
in a life where her past self
believed she had eternity.

If improbably glimpsing the dream
was a momentary reality,
then grasping it anew was possible,
for she could still walk its roads,
hear its songs,
and catch its tears in her hand.

©February 2017, December 2022
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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