Every so often, the wind of change blows me a dream.
A spark.
A glimpse of the person I truly am inside.
Sigh.
Where do you blow, sweet wind?
And what do you wish this sleepy dreamer to be?
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Categories: Life
Tags: Change, Choices, Destiny, Dreams, Humanity, Life, Life Journey, Life Purpose, Personal Truth, Poetry, Writer, Writing
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