Trees still grow
Flaming crimsons and candy apple greens
On a street where she loved
and lived and sang with the stars
Her dream consumed her
A temptress all in white
Blush red among alabaster cheeks
becoming love tumbling down hills with her dream
Heart beating vital blood
Tendons stretching and breaths coming out in rasps
She reached her goal
Taut muscles balled as she massaged the cream into her skin
Torrents of pain shot her down
Her neck, her knees, her thighs, her back
She choked back a sob
when the doctors told her why.
Her smile only so deep
She fancied dancing with sycamore trees
Climbing the great pines
and looking out into the valleys
As her pain waxed,
She was found weeping with the willows
The day her dream departed.
A smile, the blush betraying her frail features
Her love, her passion, it was deep enough to bring her dream back
The day she stopped hiding.
Dawning Creations 
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