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Dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

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Comments (4)

Thank you subhendu for taking the time to comment.
as green street stretches beyond we seem live there in by by mountains and moors sunflower and green gloss when rain and summer visit to see winter fall in lurid darkness and lone it lays back as divine flow, wonderful write by imagery like crooning breeze blushes corn thanks for sharing
Thank you for reading and commenting Kelly. Your input is much appreciated!
A beautiful series of thoughts and questions