Saturday, October 23

Long walks in the dark
Through woods grown behind the park
I asked God who I'm supposed to be
The stars smiled down at me
God answered in silent reverie

I said a prayer and fell asleep

I had a dream
I could fly from the highest tree
I had a dream


I'm ready now, I'm ready now, 
I'm ready now
To fly from the highest tree
I had a dream




Dream by Priscilla Ahn

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