Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
Dreams - Poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
Do hills dream of becoming mountains? Do small pebbles dream of becoming big rocks?
Do small grasses dream of becoming bamboos? Do a shrub dream of becoming a tree?
Some dreams are easier to attain, than kissing my own elbow or licking my own nose.
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