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Cherry opened her eyes from the recurring dreams from her past. She remembered the night that she met the Snake King. He saved her life from the fox, gaining nothing in return. After he'd disappeared into the brush, the young rabbit returned home to sleep. The next morning, she told her mother and her brothers about leaving the farm and the snake that saved her life. Her brothers laughed at her and called her silly, and her mother told her that it was just a dream. But Cherry showed the cut on her foreleg when she tumbled down the hill. However, her mother simply answered that there must have been some bramble in their bedding that the farme

It’s a coping mechanism It’s a form of expression, when it seems as though there is no other means. The ability to put ink onto paper —in a meaningful manner— represents; not only my mental state but my emotional state as well. The times I find I have inspiration to write, are the times when I become truly terrified. It tells me that I feel truly alone. Loneliness… My one and only fear in this life.

“Be yourself.” I don’t know who I am…

Decorate your life With hobbies, plans, and passions; And paint your future.

Few months ago, if I would hear From you the words of love, My heart would surely skip a beat And breathing would get rough. Few months ago, the whole night through I'd dream to kiss your mouth. Few months ago, that's what I'd do... Just as I'm doing now.

I can hear the wind start playing; Laugh of leaves, caught by surprise. I'll compose what they are saying... Translate it to something nice. If I'll see the starlight twinkle, Like the garlands in the sky, I'll pretend it's quiet jingle Of the reindeer, still nearby. If I hear it start to drizzle, I'll imagine that night has Tuned to wind's melodic whistle With a jazzy beat on glass. If I'll see fog start to cover Sapphire street with chiffon waves, I'll assume... for secret lover Night in peignoir now awaits. For, tonight, despite what weather Mother nature will combine, Feeling dreamy, I would rather See in all a kindly sign.

Christmas tree, like in fairy-tale, Stands dressed up in her snowflake veil; Ready now to renew her vows With her seasonal snowman spouse.

Snow, as pixie dust, Twirls with every gust Of excited wind In its dance amid Festive Christmas lights Of December nights. Walking in our coats, We think happy thoughts. Magic fills the streets; Grown-ups become kids.

New Year, season's festive knight, Coming in to lady night, Welcomed by us with delight, When it plants a kiss... In our hearts, where new hopes grow, And our eyes begin to glow As we undo present bows In conjoint bliss.

Snowflakes tickled my chilled nose, Kissed my cheeks till they turned rose, Teased my lips till up they curled, And away the snowflakes twirled.