I have dreamt about this!
Yes, I have dreamt about you, Miss!
On a column you stood,
crafted of marble, not of wood!
Pretty pastel clouds,
all surrounded you,
powder pink, peach,
lilac and blue!
The sun you faced,
clothes were silken,
You were waiting for the
asking if you'd ever again dance
like a dancer!
Ebony hair blowing,
your young heart slowing.
In limbo you float,
then I can hear you
the words your loved ones said,
when they found you in your room,
Before you leave to another realm,
I shall politely ask,
for something as simple as
I hope this is okay with you, Miss!
Potentially, it could go both ways!
The column will sway,
if you're scared of change,
and choose to stay!
Now, if you bravely choose to leave,
I bet someone'll have a trick up
you shall find your way, Miss!
"Oh, how, how do you know this?"
I can only erratically guess,
As what I am dealing with,
is not a logic game of chess!
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