Just a Dream

September 8, 2010
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The wind blows through my hair,
Rain falls so delicately in my hand,
Lightning flashes in the brisk night like never before.
Thunder telling you how far away you are.

You can taste the salt in the rain,
Your skin is growing bumps, goose bumps.
Freezing, you run,
But you’re caught,
The rain flooding the streets, you grab a pole,
But now you wake up,

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