Dreams can keep you going in your darkest hours.
After attempting some dreams, they sour.
Some dreams die like withering flowers.
Dreams make the world go around.
But that is not what I found.
My dreams do not make a sound.
They have fallen to the ground.
But, I never give up hope.
I work hard every day.
Dreams are like play.
The passion in my heart always has something to say.
My love for my dreams will never go away.
Thank-you for reading.
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Brenda Marie Fluharty is a freelance writer, blogger, poet and author. Brenda is a Reiki Grand Master. She has studied several Spiritual practices. Brenda has a Master’s Degree in Metaphysical Science from the University of Metaphysics. A few years back she decided it was time to share her knowledge, wisdom, and life experiences. She has been blogging for over 15 years. Brenda specializes in writing poetry, short stories, writing tips, and product reviews. Because of her spiritual background, she writes articles on spiritual healing, spiritual philosophy, dream interpretations, anything in the metaphysical field, and health and wellness essays and articles. She is the author of Writing Through the Soul.
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2 thoughts on “Poem: Dreams”
Beautifully said! The first stanza packs the punch and it’s just my favorite with how it gets everything rolling. ❤ ❤
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