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The Dream

A Poem About the Power of Dreams

By ebube orjiakorPublished 10 months ago 1 min read
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The Dream
Photo by Илья Мельниченко on Unsplash

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!

surreal poetry
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