A path that seems to go on,
And on,
And on...
Lined with blooming cherry trees.
Petals lightly floating through the sky;
Never do I see them hit the ground,
Yet there they lay.
Sun beams
Push their light through
Spreaded tree branches,
Breaking through
Into my fantasy
And touching me.
Warmth tickles my soft skin,
Bringing with it comfort
And light weight;
Light enough
To lift my feet off the ground,
Spread my wings,
And rise above
The height of the trees.
Golden clouds,
Pink skies...
A halo encircles my head.
I cover myself in white,
Flowy dresses that hug my body perfectly.
I'm free.
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