A dream deferred
is not a dream destroyed
rather space given
for ideas
to seethe and season
deep within,
before taking shape again
in fullness of spirit and form,
a rainbow hibernating
beneath dark clouds
waiting
with new glory to be reborn
relaxing, rethinking like a giant
in a secret den
waiting for the opportune moment
to strike and reveal the face
perhaps after rain
from behind the invisible horizon;
A dream deferred
is a bigger dream waiting to be born.
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