Nightmare, for SOCS

Nightmare.

Come here, my dear.
Those dangers near,
though they appear
to mock and leer,
will not come here.
So dry each tear.
Danger’s jeer,
it’s truly clear,
is just sheer
groundless fear.

The prompt for SOCS is to grab the book closest to you, open at random and use the first three words of the first full sentence on that page to start your post.  Here goes….The book was The Blue Butterfly by Leslie Johansen Nack. The three words, Come here, my. . . .
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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

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