Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life becomes a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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