Dreams
Drifting away in my dreams, like the horse's breath in winter. Grandma saying something.... laughing, wrapping me up for sleep like a doll.Grandpa singing........oh, It sounds so nice.The smoke of the camp lingering in the air, The voices of my relatives, The voices of the horses, The voices of the birds, The voices of my dreams.........

@Written by Miyoglasin 02/2001

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