the day we stop dreaming
is the day we lose ourselves
chasing our dreams
opens door for
what life has to offer
in fullness
I once was on the verge of dying
only by holding onto
the string of an old dream
that I survived
when a dream was chased
it opened a treasure box
life offered to me
what I would never dream of
– peace, love, joy
in honouring
a little girl who once
dreamed of farm living
and literature writing
Flicker of Thoughts 
Lucky for us you keep on going. Great verse Carrie, loved it 👍🏻❤️
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Thanka JC!
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You know it 👍🏻😁
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Heartfelt..!!
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Beautiful poem, Cassa Bassa, keep up the good work.
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Thank you!
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