Daydreams
Down where azalea blooms linger
Creek's rhythm leads bird the singer
After the storm exposed gnarled, twisted roots
Swiftly creek's water still runs, love
We could float to the gulf, dove
Better to be freed altogether though
Strong wings lift the spirit to heights.
We never dreamed in our times of flight.
Again, let down, our dreams dissipate
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