The
Gift of Song
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself outside.
I
have no memories of leaving my house.
I
can’t even remember where I am now.
I
walk past a row of shops down the street.
Numerous
dark clouds now form in the sky.
Many
of the people look pretty down, too.
Everything
looks dull and grey as well.
So,
I pray that I can cheer up everyone.
Suddenly,
I can now sing like an angel.
When
I sing, the dark clouds go away.
Everything
is full of colour as well.
The
people hear me singing joyfully.
Everyone’s
mood soon improves.
Sadly,
my dream comes to an end.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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