Dream of Hope

As I stood there with my eyes closed,

My arms calmly spreads out willingly.

The strong cold wind blew pass by,

Making me feel as if I am going to fly.

Gently my eyes open,

Realizing that I am still standing on Earth,

Just hoping someday.

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