A Dream

August 5, 2010
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Hear the owl coo her lullaby
The wind's calming whispers to the talking trees,
Shimmering mists rise as the world you see fades to black
A new story begins.
Breathing slowly as the seabreeze comes in,
The soft cries of the seagulls chime,
As the sun warms the comforting sand
In the distance you see the one who waits for you
But as the sun once again rises
you must open your eyes
So now you must realise, it was a short sweet disquise

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