Dreams long poem

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Dreams: dreams
Very dangerous dreams die,
The absence of a target, the obsession to be buried in a pile of sand,
Wake up in the morning to carry around all day life,
Curse lives on in the night and go to sleep Bister,
Sodding of dreams become very dangerous;
Imagine what could kiss heights,
Become the skeleton,
Cry cry of time and money,
Just breathe and live your life to take,
Do not take the risk, not mounted on top of the horse,
Show work place knees back,
Dream dreams die is very dangerous,
The absence of a goal to become dark,
Freezing of blood, brain be stabilized,
Let’s hope to dominate,
Time to stop, to put into water,
Dream dreams die is very dangerous,
Take their dreams to become slaves to outsiders,
Searching their own place, to wear the crown,
Very dangerous dreams dreams die…

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The subject of dreams so beautifully explored here, as never before…Nice to read!


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