The freedom soaks into my skin,
as I drift off to a place I have already dreamt I have been
Resting my weary bones,
blocking out lifes noises and tones,
floating up high into my coloured theme
This beautiful sky,
this tranquil dream
drifting onto distant clouds
I am dreaming my dream out loud.
far off in this place,
finding my line of grace
drifting, dreaming as the freedom soaks into my skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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