Monday, June 8, 2020

Dreams hold your hand
When the end of the tunnel is not seen
Dreams give you wings
When you are pushed off the cliff
They are your potions of fantasy
They are these tiny toffees
Warding away the bitterness
They are your igloos full of warmth
On those icy cold and difficult days!
So forever, keep them close
Some may become real, who knows!

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