Dreams

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Dreams

Dreams are memories in my head of events left inside
I can touch the sky in my dreams because I can fly if you know what I mean
I try to dream a lot why? 
Because they always fade away going by by

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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