By Original Work
We carry dreams from youth to age,
In pockets deep and wide,
Some dreams have faded with the years,
While others still our guide.
The child who dreamed of flying high,
Now finds a different sky,
The girl who dreamed of dancing far,
Now spins in place nearby.
But dreams don't die, they just evolve,
To fit our present true,
A dream of happiness and love,
Is always born anew.
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