In the hush of midnight air, soft wings shimmer everywhere, silver threads and prayers entwine, hope and peace in every line. Feathers falling, pure and bright, woven into sacred light, angels gliding, gentle flight, dropping feathers through the night. Circle strong, a web of grace, guardian of this sacred space, visions drifting, softly spun, bad dreams vanish with the sun. Feathers falling, pure and bright, woven into sacred light, angels give their gift so rare, dreamcatcher in the cool night air. Angel feathers, spirit’s art, keeper of the dreaming heart, as I sleep and as I rise, feathers guard my dreaming skies. Feathers falling, pure and bright, woven into sacred light, angels give their gift so rare, dreamcatcher in the cool night air. Feathers falling, pure and bright… feathers guard my dreaming skies… dreamcatcher in the cool night air.
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