Dreams
Dreams
Sunshine creeping,
wind is weeping,
Arid rainstorm
wakes my sleeping
Moonshine blinding,
spirits finding,
Ways to walk roads
long and winding
Trees are screaming,
out their meaning,
Reaching out
to souls of dreaming
Thunderous rush,
sense the hush,
Lightning strikes
Copyright © Claire Bowl | Year Posted 2014
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