A rhythm in its dimension sparkling dance
Turn flap the tail without touching its spine
Host the wings fly its soul of its dream land.
Crushed in erupted thoughts hoping a simple peace
Day and night throw the net to catch its wish
My light house guides edges of correlation
Candle of dim dance of breath dream after my dead.
Washed dark water witness of crying silence
Free as reborn as dream catcher fly in story wings
Found humble treasures in my net kept in love of trust
Fly to become free as nested in dream catcher's net
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