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She came to me in a dream
Sitting Indian-style, legs folded
with here fist clinched in two balls
I ignored her at first thinking she were not there
Until she tapped me on the shoulder and began to wave
She relaxed the five fingers of her right hand
and I could see what seemed to be a small city in the daytime,
Sun shining
She then relaxed the five fingers of her left hand
and I then noticed the same city broken in two,
and the water began to ease from her fingertips
I continued to observe and wait for her next move
when my bedroom door opened and a gentleman walked in and stated,
“Where should I leave these bags?”
He then pointed to a place within the broken city,
and I could see a young man sitting on top of a house surrounded by water,
“Just wanted to introduce myself,” He said,
and then he began to walk towards the door to exit.
“Where are you going young man?” I asked.
“To find my family,” he replied.
“Where are they?” I asked.
“They’re lost within the city of pain,” he stated.
