Harmed with a dream.
That thing called ambition.
Many hurdles to navigate through.
A marathon runner every day.
Survival of the fittest.
Failures water the soil.
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Poetry On A Roll
"free-verse" poetry from the soul
Dreams
My eyes are closed
and my dreams are awake
scattered like clouds
filled with desires
and disperse quietly
once eyes are open
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My eyes are closed
and my dreams are awake
scattered like clouds
filled with desires
and disperse quietly
once eyes are open
LikeLiked by 1 person