Dreamcatcher
That beautiful figure, hidden among the strings.
Those angel feathers, I clasp in my hands.
In that dark sleep, I hear her sing.
The timeless ocean resting with the sand.
I feel the breeze from that angel’s wings.
Her golden halo rests on her hand.
Only one would this dream have for her King.
The Dreamcatcher ensnared in her strand.

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