I dream of stone castles floating in the sky,
And mysterious worlds where wonders lie.
With angels soaring, hair of golden streams,
And cotton candy clouds that drift in beams.
Rolling mountains stretch down to the sea,
Fields of flowers spread endlessly around me.
Sparkling rivers pour from a glistening lake,
A white boat waits, a journey to take.
To a secret island with a hidden beach,
Where willow trees bend and peace is in reach.
Fears vanish softly, without a trace,
As birds sing freely, soaring in grace.
I dream of this world, a gentle embrace,
A place of magic, simply filled with love and space.
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