a grainy older photo
and in it was a pigtailed girl
of thirteen years not older.
She wore a yellow dress of cotton
a dress that looked it's age
and in her eyes were darker times
from when she met a Sage.
This girl had traveled far and near
according to her picture
and from the yellow photo seen
her eyes had lived a nightmare.
Upon a street of gold she walked
delusion followed closely
she spoke to those who would not speak
and listened to them, mostly.
She believed in magic
and saw beauty in strange places
wonder, fear, and pain were hers
mostly seen on witch's faces.
Once upon a time the wind
had battered round her head
then it was to sleep she went
her family feared her dead.
So she wandered in search of fame
using poppy as her savior
and as she walked on golden road
all she passed were asked a favor.
Most said no as she strolled
but three gave her a listen
one for courage, one for heart
and one who's brain was missing.
The time did come, the road did end
the girl found imagination
and as her end seemed guaranteed
the wind brought her salvation.
So Dorothy flew from Oz that day
now you know the story
and every time I see that girl
I wonder...
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