The Dream
A Poem About the Power of Dreams
By ebube orjiakorPublished 10 months ago • 1 min read
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I dreamed I was flying,
Soaring through the air,
Free as a bird.
I could see for miles,
The world spread out below me.
It was a beautiful sight.
I felt so alive,
So free and uninhibited.
I was in my element.
I flew over mountains,
Rivers, and forests.
I saw things I had never seen before.
I felt like I could do anything,
Like I could conquer the world.
I was on top of the world.
But then, I woke up.
And I was back in my bed,
Grounded once again.
But I'll never forget that dream,
That feeling of freedom and power.
I know that it's possible,
That I can achieve anything I set my mind to.
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I hope you enjoy this poem!
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