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Dreams
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Other Poems Dreams are like bubbles.
When you first blow one,
It floats around,
Lingers in the air.
The dream is alive,
It floats around you.
It’s in your hand,
Looks so possible.
Its right there in front of you.
But most bubbles just pop.
And most dreams do too.
Lost before you could act.
Shattered in front of you,
Beaten with a bat.
The dream is lost.
But those rare moments,
When the bubble lands in your hand.
The dream is there,
In the palm of your hand.
The one in a million chance,
Your dream has come true.
