Leisurely drifting through infinite space
Lost dreams
From the souls of mortal beings
Assemble in a cumulus;
Clinging together in a mass
They create a metamorphosis
As they avert from dark, superficial clouds
To soft, welcoming pillows of visions
Which bestow to the weary in heart a resting place;
A renewing of faith
And new-found hope to the
Bosom of mankind.
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