December 3, 2011
By LindseySnape GOLD, Ashmore, Illinois
LindseySnape GOLD, Ashmore, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?" -Albus Dumbledore

I walk this land,
No longer mine.
I touch the sand,
So soft and fine.

I must leave now,
Never to return,
'Lest God should allow
The memories to burn.

I turn to leave,
And notice them.
I cannot breathe,
With this final stem.

I have to go,
But their eyes accuse.
I start to slow,
With nothing else to lose.

I turn back,
They're still there
Without attack,
They really care.

We can move on,
And get some help.
The storm is gone,
My land is well.

The author's comments:
This started out as a kind of story, but about halfway through I changed it. It ended differently than I had first intended, but I like how it turned out.

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