When we allow ourselves to dream
We plant a seed so promising and fair
to grow and blossom, a precious garden
of fantasies unique and rare.
With each flower blooming, a new hope arises
each petal with smell so sweet.
But when we stop ourselves from dreaming
the petals wither in defeat.
By Jaime Polaris
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