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Down the aisle of success, I ran;
Smiling brightly like stars',
singing with the moon,
And soaring with Dream-fairies
—from the bottom to the top;
Sparking like wildfires!
High! I chased the sun—
glowing with it's rays.
For "Alive", my dreams came!
Like a feather, I flew with the breeze—
Higher and higher; lighter and cooler!
Flowing with the tides in unison
—catching my dreams!
Dreamy! moony! magical! fantastical!

@poetickaleidoscope

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