A land built up of butterflies and fields of the purest of gold’s
A fabric is spooling there, and the thread is coming undone
The wall is coming crashing down
Realities and truths merge together
A peaceful and quiet place only for me
Light, kind footsteps greeted me
I’m no longer alone
Someone enters my mind and meets me with a warm white hue surrounding his body.
He is wearing the purest of whites and takes my feeble hand
You are not afraid
The man asked me
I am never afraid of you
We headed toward a gold tree and I headed further toward the land of peace and sanctuary
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Raina127.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems in 2016?