Cloudy Dreams

CLOUDY DREAMS

Soaring, cunning like a calf

Dreams as old as yourself

Struggling through trying altitudes

With positive winning attitudes

And then comes the shoreline

With warm currents, a place so fine

And in a whoosh of a pacing horse

You dissipate without force

Dreams, no where to be found

And whats left around?

Hot ladies in bikinis and toned men surfing in the sun.
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