Clouds rush by, blown along by the great winds
The river sparkles like tiny gems.
Crushing fears and forgeting sins,
Im seeing the world through a different lens.
Over skys, the Metal Dragon i ride.
The clouds making shapes, faces of loved ones,
Bounderies are erased, there are no sides.
Trees do not care which side they are on.
But the clouds fade and the sky is distant
Its saddening, but everything must end.
We desend to a world thats consistant.
We start to remember, why must this end?
The dragon swoops once, twice! and we have arrived.
We get our bags, and thank god we survied.
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