Flying

denise ducey kloeppel

At night I dream, I dream that I am flying.

I dream my soul is free, I dream that I am dying

I dream that high above my fog my soul is looking down on me.

In this dream of mine my cold numb eyes can finally see.

Life must change illusions become real

But as long as I continue flying I'll never have to feel

  • Author: denise ducey kloeppel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2016 11:42
  • Category: Reflection
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