{"id":720,"date":"2009-10-08T06:02:37","date_gmt":"2009-10-08T06:02:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=720"},"modified":"2009-10-08T06:02:37","modified_gmt":"2009-10-08T06:02:37","slug":"grey-fields","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2009\/10\/grey-fields\/","title":{"rendered":"Grey Fields"},"content":{"rendered":"
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A young girl in a white dress
\nstanding alone in a grey field
\nin a mirage of war torn buildings<\/p>\n

Lost from her parents. <\/em><\/p>\n

Her screams cracks the skies apart
\nIt pierces and chills
\nall souls into dust<\/p>\n

Desperation. Isolation. Despair.<\/em><\/p>\n

She lifts up her hands to touch
\nthe bright glowing light in the distance
\nas it came nearer and nearer towards her
\nshe ran forward, and forward,<\/p>\n

Leaving behind the shattered life once so beautiful <\/em><\/p>\n

She ran to the rising sun of dawn
\nOn a tall cliff, a thousand screams from the darkness below
\nHer feet bleeding from the stones, her skirt tattered into shreds
\nHer hands, stretched out to touch the glowing light above<\/p>\n

A final step, and she falls into the valleys
\nHer eyes still fixated on the sun
\nHer hands unable to touch
\nas she falls further and further
\ndeeper and deeper<\/p>\n

into emptiness. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A young girl in a white dress standing alone in a grey field in a mirage of war torn buildings Lost from her parents. Her screams cracks the skies apart It pierces and chills all souls into dust Desperation. Isolation. Despair. She lifts up her hands to touch the bright glowing light in the distance […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[366],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n