Dreams are like snow flakes
They come for a season
Always fresh and beautiful
But they come for a reason
To the wise, it is a gift so wonderful
To the mediocre, something to decipher
To the foolish, another chance occurrence
Whatever your status or position
Whether the vision is clear or blurry
A dream is like the snow flakes
It falls, melts and disappears like everything else in life
What you do with it, is what will count, and eventually matter!
Copyright © Adeshina Aladeshawe | Year Posted 2019
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