The soft wind whispers slowly in my ear,

And waves crash fiercely on a rocky shore,

The sun sets and the day will disappear,

So then at night my dreams will surely soar.


In my dreams wind carries white wings so bright,

Over the ocean's waters deep and blue,

Ending a tunnel there is a bright white,

Then suddenly it blends with darker hues.


Then quickly clouded by evil creatures,

That my imagination shall conjure,

A few foul beings with gruesome features,

The sun will rise and vanquish these monsters.


But alas, the death of my dream is near,

So the sun's rays will wipe away my tears 

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