I open my eyes and look up at the big blue sky.
I often wonder as I lull into a slumber, the dreams I have, the joys I shared.
When I was a kid I had a dream of a house with chocolate and cream, a genie with a lamp and a harp that sang.
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A great poem. Dreams can bring a lot of joy. Good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Indian brave.
beautiful piece and yes as we grow our dreams change with our mindsets