I caught a dream one day
In my butterfly net Scampering through a field Built for the ones who wear leather And dance amidst the seas When the sunflowers are no more It had wings made for soaring But a body blessed by dirt Longing to fly From the day it was born There was more to this journey Than riding on thermals For struggle you see Had not spared this Little dream Or kept it from the stories Only told by life's scars And only amidst a silence Undisturbed by spring's breeze Could I find the right eyes To finally open up to this new dream How did you become so beautiful, my dear? "By carrying stories and sharing blessings Always flying with my faith For isn't that all We were ever made to do?
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