Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ The Dream ❯ One-Shot

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The night was sweet and warm
And I in a far away place,
The mountains sang high above
And raindrops stroked my face.

The wind, she carried me away
And shielded me from harm,
Over lakes, lands and mountains
She held fast to my arm.

In a downward spiral we flew
And gracefully touched the land.
And when I awoke safe in my bed,
She, the wind, still held fast to my hand.