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Brady Smith

If the dreams we share are true were will they take us.
So moved a peace surrounds me and all I can here is the soft wind blow by.
Timeless minutes seem like hours and nothing else matters any more.
only one thing does.
A gleam of light glows through out the night.
At first off in the distance,
and now ever grows more and more warmer as the moments pass.
Like a light hearted child that can rest.
There is no emptiness that remains.
Though sad rains may fall they will be wiped away.
and we will run and play in the sun light upon fresh green fields.