LINES OF THOUGHT © 2015

Dreams have no age,

They are wings that time cannot bind,

They are living flames of freedom,

Shining bright, even as the body starts to unwind.

In childhood, they are seeds tossed to the wind,

In youth, they bloom with intensity,

But even in old age, with each moment,

Dreams are a source of vitality.

They do not fade with the passing years,

Nor weaken with the passage of time,

For in the soul, they are eternal plans,

That propel us in every thought and rhyme.

To dream is to live beyond reality,

For dreams, truly, have no age.

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