Dreams
To catch the drift of the wind
under the wings of a bird,
freedom sounded as a good reason,
treasoned against the land they stood on.
Mountains dreamed to fly,
rose up grasping for the sky
stretching trees like fingers,
Asgard not far from reach.
Before the clouds parted to make path
cold breeze stunned them to freeze
and buried them in white white snowy sneeze.
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