I travel by my dreams
Breathing in air ahead
My legs keep movin
Over all my feelings laid
The sun is clouded
My vision surreal
I need to go there
And tell her how I feel
Her whisper takes me
My eyes lay focused
My prayer makes me
Wonder what my words make us
I feel her breath
In the leaves that sway
I travel by my dream
To her way..
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"My prayer makes me
Wonder what my words make us"
What an outstanding image and question.
beautiful piece you have placed into the world.
Such a beautiful poem.
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