Barb Wire

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She dreams of yellow tulips in springs bloom,

Of cool water trickling over her head,

The aroma of lavender and green meadows imbue,

In her dreams she’s sipping rose tea,

Fine china,

Silk and lace shift gentle on her skin,

Blue skies above, the warmth of the sun,

This heavenly space,

A place to call home

She breathes in the bitter air,

Coughs on the sadness of this reality she bares,

Barb wire enclosure,

Rapacious hunger

Are all she has left,

She dreams of a distant past,

One she’ll never forget.

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