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Whispering winds

against my skin

causing my mind to drift

and dream.



Drift...



Dream...



Dream of wings...

Dream of things that allow you to fly,

so simple these things,

yet not,

they conquer the sky,

dwelling deep in your heart

while playing in your mind.



How precious each moment...

How so much divine...

Dream of wings...



Drift,

not fly,

effort is not needed.

Faith is ever so strong here

and doubt

doesn't belong here.



Dream of your heart's

most treasured,

most cherished,

your heart's most...

Dream your heart's dream.

Dream of wings...

Heaven cannot

be much more than this very moment.