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I see the trees from far above... The water, cool and still... A fiery sky drifts past me... As I skimmed the highest hill. A graceful swan in perfect pose... My soul sweeps through a cloud... Majestic ponies wild and free... Their hoofbeats echoed loud. Was this my spirit soaring... As I awoke I knew... For in my dream you spoke my name... I touched your wing and flew. ~~Ebbtide~~ Copyright 1.30.99 |
