Poetry

by Zenana Ohja

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Escape

She was lost
In the ocean?
Or the woods?

No. It was the world of imagination created in her head by words.

 

All this adventure
And drama was where she escaped from the reality world.

 

All the noise in the background
Felt just like small whispers.

 

 

Where she was really lost was in a world inside a book.

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