A Dream

A Dream short poem

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In a far away land I met a man
he spoke of things I never before had seen
and places I never before had been
sometimes I feel like I wish I could escape
just me and my dreams in a different realm of existence
new exotic things I wish to see
and visit places made up in my mind just for me
but life is a funny game
all my dreams it has put to shame
but I choose to still not give up
hold on to my imaginations for as long as I can
because in the end my dreams are things I treasure
the happiness they give me is beyond measure

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