Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
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- I reason, earth is short And anguish, absolute And many hurt, But, what of that? The best Vitality Cannot excel Decay But, what of that? I reason, that in Heaven Somehow, it will be even Some new equation given. But, what of that? ~Emily Dickonson
That is an amazing poem!
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