Dreams - Poem by jackie compton
The greatest adventure starts with the smallest dream.
Dreams are the birth place of all adventures big and small.
Dreams are the vehicle that transport us through time and space.
Without leaving the safety of the one that are so near and
dear to us all.
They take us to far away places where time never stand still.
They lift us up where the eagles and larks fly
Then bring us back to a safe place in the heart.
Where most dreams starts.
When a person stop dreaming.
The soul truly stop living.
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