BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

Where the hills meet the sky

I did dream
of falling
through misty blue
(perhaps the sky)
and knew
(I did know)
it was a dream
and that no harm
would befall me;
it was a comfort
to have (for once)
an unfaltering faith;
I truly believed
I would not die
and woke up
smiling.

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