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 Take a look at this piece of outstanding poetry created by one of our Teens @ the Library.  (click the link at the bottom to go from page 2 thru 3):

RAIN FALLS

Strip it all,
Shed it all.
Close the eyes,
slip into slumber.
Blue Eyes turn off,
mind shuts down.
Let it all reborn,
let it all re-align.
Re-Align
Re-Align
The strained mind repairs itself,
sealing the tears in its workings.
Process takes hold, used to the work.
While the mind works,
the heart does its task.
Re-Align
Re-Align
Memories come forth from a sealed off chamber,
breaking free from the rusted doors.
They come forth from that void,
ready for their mission.
Re-Align.
The blue lacking eyes see them,
the soul relives them.
Cradle songs drift by,
sung by a male voice.
In unison it is hummed,
by a voice in slumber.
Moon rise to the sky
Moon rise to the sky
Stars join dark night
Stars join dark tonight.
A year flashes by,
None of importance to the current business.
Then the film strip of memories halt,
stopping at a summer day.
Sun overhead
not a cloud in sight.
A father bent over a small girl,
whispering words of comfort.

This girl has been cut,
stumbled over a rock.
He whispers words to her,
telling her to be still.
He lifts his hand to the scratch,
young blue yes following.
he whispers words new to her young ears,
yet not foreign to her at all.
Her flesh closes,
blood is cleared away.
The young girl’s first witness to magic,
of the secret her family passes.
The father whispers another sentence,
to wipe away the confused look on her face.
You, my girl, are a witch.
Re-Align
Re-Align
Three years race by,
none stopped by the mission.
A girl of four stands by a house,
a book blotched to her chest.
She mumble words,
an old cradle song.
Moon light pours down,
illuminating the ruin of the house.
A tear glistens her cheek,
she thinks of all lost.
It is time to leave,
to go elsewhere.
A car pulls up the drive,
bright headlights cutting through the dark.
The car door opens and she stops in,
another beginning for her in life.
Re-Align.
Re-Align
The film reel clicks and stutters,
threatens to break
Re-Align
Re-Align
Danger is in sight,
not far off in the distance.
Disaster will strike if the wheels stop,
if the process doesn’t finish.
A heartbeat skips,

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