I dream of a land far away
With wind so soft to touch
That lifts me up to sway
But doesn't say so much
I dream of clouds & sun
That fill the sky silently
And while the wind spun
They watched over me
I dream of fresh green
That colors this world
Asks quietly to be seen
But doesn't say a word
I dream of these things
With their fresh beauty
And as the night sings
It waits for me to see
Even though I dream
Of these silent lands
With stunning gleam
Their silence stands
For that what I crave
And what I must seek
While the day will rave
And I might feel weak
But I am to remember
This quiet I was given
Will be my defender
When I have striven
And night falls again
This peace will hush
And hold me then
So I don't hurt as much.
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PoesíaSelf written poetry. Please note, there will be mention of mature topics in plenty of the poetry, such as rooted coping mechanisms or disturbing fantasty factors. Readers are advised to be over 16 years old and be aware of sensitive topics. All rig...
