It’s Just a Dream
She lays on her back,
And dreams in the day,
Watching clouds swirl up high.
Blades of grass stab her gently,
Leaving marks on her skin.
It’s a welcome feeling.
She lays on her back,
And dreams of the day,
When all of her worries,
Will just drift softly away.
She lays on her back,
And dreams in the day,
Watching clouds swirl up high.
Blades of grass stab her gently,
Leaving marks on her skin.
It’s a welcome feeling.
She lays on her back,
And dreams of the day,
When all of her worries,
Will just drift softly away.
By J. Barrett
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