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.
Content by Brenda Marie Fluharty ©2021 all rights reserved
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Beautifully said! The first stanza packs the punch and it’s just my favorite with how it gets everything rolling. <3 <3
Thank-you