Saturday, July 28, 2012

Precious, Little Parcels


Never ever forget to dream,
For dreams fuel life to be free.

Look at the house; it’s a castle.
There’s a really nice, walled bedroom.
Beside precious, little parcels.
A well-lit kitchen near the broom.

Without dreams, it’s just a prison.
Trash that’s dusty and depressing.
A hole in the wall called “window.”
It’s just a sink, dull and graying.

Dreams don’t only make it better;
They also fix literally.
We have airplanes up in the air;
People used to dream of flying.

Never ever forget to dream,
For dreams fuel life to be free.


Clarion Write-a-Thon 2012 
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