In my dreams the wind can make me fly
We go oceans deep and mountains high
While traveling through clouds and sky
I get so happy I could cry
In my dreams it's just the wind and me
Who go to where we want to be
Our traveling has made me see
That in my mind I'm fully free
When I wake up and go outside
Ready for another flight
I realize that my dreams provide
The magic the wind has at night
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.
