Let the dream come to you
Let it gently nudge you awake in the wee hours of the morning
Listen to its whispers
Let it invite you to play like your childhood best friend
Go play with great abandon
Dreams come to us
They wish to live
They float on the breeze and enter our hearts
They are meant for us
Only we know their musings, their depth, their beauty
It is up to us to nurture them
To set them free
To let them fulfill their own destiny
Tag: dreamer
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Dreams
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To all the writers, the poets, the dreamers
Thank you to all who have gone before me
Who held the torch so high
so that I could see in the dark night
I crawled and crawled
and you did not waver
The light stayed strong
Just like you said it would
"Keep going" you always implored
And now I'm here
I made it
Filled with gratitude
I see you hand me the torch
I will hold it too for those on their way
We must do this for each other
The Golden Thread 
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