Ventures forth, as curiosity calls.
Stopping in her tracks, mesmerized
As the sun on her face, does fall
Frocked in tulle, a ballerina babe
Enchanted by the forest, she waits.
Flickers of light, against the trees,
Eyes become wider, pupils dilate.
She hesitates, afraid to go further,
Yet, something draws her into it,
A recollection of happier ways
In dreams, one must simply pursue it.
Come, child, it said,
Follow the rays.
Let the light guide you,
Through the darker days.”
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