Hiding in a timeless forest
she wanders lonely as a cloud
searching for her story; her quest.
She is not another face in the crowd.
She likes to get lost in Austen.
She likes to follow The Doctor.
She dreams of tea time in Boston.
She dreams of joining The Watchers.
Every day; once upon a time
happens simultaneously.
She loves it! – Is it such a crime?
To wander the realm aimlessly?
Soon, she will find the time; the place
to give this world a warm embrace.
Charlie Ann Alford 
Well done Charlie, I like the idea of finding a reality from the fantasy. Some interesting thoughts.Enjoyed this poem.
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Thank you 🙂
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