Dreams Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Dreams



When you let dreams die
a part of you is folded up
and set aside to cry.
The dreams that moves us
through this world are but
the dreams that flow from you.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams
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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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