When I hold my jar of dreams
In my hands, my palms sweaty.
The dancing lights swallow the night,
As a mirror flies my kite,
The gentle waves change roaring tides
and shaking trees leave me to hide;
A swan slows down to calm the pulse
The crow escaped, feeling repulsed.
A ripple wakens me from sleep
Not holding back, I take a leap.
The sun is up, the time has come,
To show the world
Source: What I’ve Become by Silver Lining
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Love this -Mintie
