Is There a Place to Rest my Soul?

As snow flake stars fall through my scars;
0As dusk grows restless and valleys get wide;
Winds get heavy and souls go hard, living through nightmares.
Is there love, is there hope
0Is there light in this unraveling loophole?

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Crystal Schwaigert, age 12
Aurora, Colorado
Mrachek Middle School
Teacher: Linda Johnson