TO LIGHT THE PLACE OF DREAMS
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I believe I heard the sound of laughter
over yonder beneath the pine,
up on the craggy bluff
that overlooks the river.
Laughter-
flashing through my mind, my heart, my soul,
tinkling gently on the breeze,
scorches me
like an echo of memory.
I want to fly there,
be like a bird with wings
to swoop and soar;
and if I were a bird,
I would sing my soft and lonely song,
and wait in the forest
until the laughter returned again,
to light the place of dreams.
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