And as the rain falls she leans her head on the remains of the once beautiful window.
And as the rain slides down her porcelain face she looks blankly on.
The remains of a once beautiful home surround her as she sits high on the windowsill.
She gazes out looking at the nothing that remains of a once beautiful town.
All the remains is one of yesterday’s dream.
As time rages war on Mother Nature and people war on others.
The girl never cries with the rain.
She just feels the rain slide down her porcelain face.
The ruins scatter as the soft wind of the howling rain blows.
And as the destruction of war surrounds she stares out into the rain dreaming of yesterday.
Dreams of Yesterday
~Samantha Jordan
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