Attempting the Dream

A cool breeze of me filters through the leaves, a gentle caress on the wind. The stars twinkle brightly, like glitter pasted on the sky.

I think to myself, what a wondersome night, glorious in every way.

I am the whisper you hear at dusk, encouraging you to dream. I'm that night you've longed for for a very long time. Listen to me, let my hold you fast.

I am the summer wind that carries your kite, and I am the wind that blows the storms away.

I am the wind, and I am your friend.

The End

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