Daydreamer - Poem by Barbara Stahly
What a daydreamer am I
always looking at the sky
I love the wind as it blows
through the trees,
Walking on the beach with a summer breeze.
Dream on and on as my life flutters by
Dreaming for this, dreaming for that
Building castles in the air with my prince by my side
Oh what a daydreamer I am.
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