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The sky is a glass The ground a vase Everything empty Like a featureless face The trees a whisper The leaves a croak Everyhing silent Or muffled by a cloak The meadow forever motionless The moon forever still Everything frozen Like an abandoned quill The laughter gone The waterfall never again to flow Everything upset and destroyed Like a candle without a glow

It hides in every tear you cry Sparkles in the souls of the born And emits from ones body as they die It weaves through the trees of the forest Skims along the crest of the water And shines through the eyes of the animals It is the breath of hope That livens the fearful And relaces courages rope It is denied by the proud And hides from the evil soughters That wield it to form black clouds It forms the foundations of everything bringing joy And is commonly veiled behind the tragic sadness When misused by the malevont hands that create a terrible decoy It can unbind the ravelings and open the door to the forgotten candle attic

Silently, the glossy eyed girl sprints along the muddy stream bank. The bottoms of her feet barely brush against the ruff rocks below them. Behind her trails what is left of her long sea green gown that is now almost as brown as her caramel hair. Gradually the haunting sound of distant waves thrashing upon the moist shore dims, and is renewed by the utter silence of the forest. The barely acknowledgeable sound of her light-feet is now almost completely undetectable. Gently, she pushes aside a thin branch, and delves farther into the eerie quietness. Not a murmur can be heard, as if the animals are all holding their breaths. The clearing she