Dreams

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Oh, the endless possibilities,

To the blithe and innocent youth.

For to them,

The world is a coruscating kaleidoscope of colors,

A bustling place of opportunities.

They dream of their florid houses,

And their boundless wealth.

But soon, these dreams become obsolete,

Replaced by reality,

Life becomes boring,

One must always remember never to stop dreaming.

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I wrote this poem for the September is bustling contest.

I've only authorized this on my main account (this is the second of two poems that I posted there).

If you liked it, please vote! I love it when people do that :)))

Love, V

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