Sweet Dreams
So many horrors to tell
So many tragic events
My young life is full of terrors day and night
They have lost their power now
Fear no longer grips
His fingers have been severed
By bloody brow and whips
A flower beckons me to its sway
Its fragrance embraces me all night
I walk into the center
Healing sleep wins the fight
By Fawn McNeill Barr
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