Wednesdays are for poets
I am lost in a maze of dreams under the covers of a midnight moon.
My breath died on the down pillow as I sank beneath the weary sky.
One day I may rise and touch the feathered clouds.
One day I may fly amid the burning stars.
Cyn Bagley 2008
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