Dreams

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The flashlight through the minutes of our lives,

and the guiding lamp when we are  lost in darkness.

A dream and a hope can be the potion,

that makes everything function again seamlessly.


The most powerful emotional support

that can always change frequently.

Occuring when we are at a young age,

altering as we grow up.

Leaving traces of our glistening golden childhood,

as the dreams change with our maturity.


As dazzling as it seems,

the eagerness of accomplishing is unignorable.

All the fighting and struggling is real,

but foggy as it is without a dream ahead.


Hi to all my readers! This poem is originally a essay i wrote for English but i have decided to turn it into a poem. If there is anything u didn't think made sense or anything u did not enjoy plz comment and i will fix it! I might edit and put up my original essay about dreams if peeps liked this poem! Appreciate ur time for reading this!

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