April 11, 2009
By Sarah Aalbers SILVER, Boise, Idaho
Sarah Aalbers SILVER, Boise, Idaho
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I hear the wings of a moth fluttering by her door
Her least favorite creature in the world.
Slowly I reach for the handle and turn
Revealing a dark solemn room.
By the light of a small glowing candle
I look at the bed in shock.
She’s gone forever I know it.
Then I see a silver light
A figure resembling her.
She gives me a nod then disappears
Never to be seen again.

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