The doors open as wide as a fishes mouth
Not a squeak to em
The sun it shines into the dead silent hallway
beams dance on the floor
Wiggling to some translucent beat
I’m sure it’s not my heartbeat
Shadows scatter
I freeze to admire the sight
I stand still
confident in the shadows return
But hoping the beams dance a bit longer
And hoping they return
-Saschia
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.
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