Voices in Dreams Is it you I hear as the breeze blows through my window on a Sunday morning? I hear laughter, so foreign here, on the heels of the northern wind. Racing through the house in a sheet, I call your name but get no answer. What I do get is a look from the cat. He's decided to have me committed. Can he hear the wind? Or does he just refuse to dream? Maybe I should be more like him. There's no future in voices on the wind.Birth sign: Not entered
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