Dreams - Poem by sylvia spencer
Dreams can paint a portrait of who you want to be;
but only you can enter the gallery, its not for others
to see. A dream can take you on a journey to a far
distant land.Then your dream turns into a nightmare
when your ship wrecked on the sand. Dreams can
be sweet others can be sour and that's how the
nightmare starts; their strong and full of power.
You can stand at a window and dream all day long;
but dreams are like shadows, one minute there here
and the next there gone.Dreams have a road, one that
has many turnings, one's with great learnings and one's
with big earnings.Most people dream that one day there
be riches and chilldren dream of wizards and witches.
All dreams are different in our society, no matter how one
takes you, your guaranteed a choice of variety.
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