Dreams - Poem by Ann Pattinson
Dreams start as a seed and are watered by the springs of imagination. They get their strength to push through the ground by your determination. They steel themselves against the winds of doubting and second guessing as you feel the raw aching and acceptance of your first loss. They soak in the beams of sunshine radiating from your smile as you leap over that first obstacle. Dreams can only grow if you believe, and if you let your heart and soul feel the wonderful rhythm of life.
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