I used to be a dreamer, living life above the clouds
Where the world is secluded, and silence is loud
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Amazing lines Katie !
The pen scratches the paper, and the ink flows gently through
Tales which were forgotten, of dreams, of love, of you
When the days grow older and the sun kisses the cry
I let the wind caress me, As my body starts to cry
^^

I think in the first stanza 3rd line you may have meant

When the days grow older and the sun kisses the sky

but I may be wrong ...or just a little crazy.....lol

Thank-you for sharing your poetry once again Katie . Amazing talent , dear girl .