The
tips of her tiny fingers brush along the pine trees.
Skipping blissfully towards the river bank; enjoying tapping her toes in
the puddles as she walks by.
As the rain pours heavier she halts.
At the edge of the river, she digs her tiny hand into the purple pocket
of her raincoat.
Pulling out
a silver locket: filled with tiny notes.
These were her small dreams to the world; peace on Earth, end to war,
and so on.
Believing to be most powerful, she wishes to send the world her
dreams.
Stars didn't suffice in her mind.
She knew she could achieve greatness,
she knew she had a gift.
She kneels in her floral patterned tights, soaking a hole through.
With a tiny smile she lightly tosses the silver locket into the gloomy
grey river.
The water illuminated in a stretch of gold and pink.
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