<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Our Dreams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the morning<br>we talk of dreams<br>assume the colors of flowers<br>and the glow of sunrise<br>our quick legs and nimble hands<br>take us <br>to the strong pillars of hopes<br>and our eyes look far<br>reaching the foot<br>of the rainbow<br>on the other side<br>of the hill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">at noon we are wary<br>and our arms stretch for more<br>we draw more dreams<br>taller like the skyscrapers<br>and we assume the wings of <br>birds soaring in the skies<br>and taking dives<br>on the waves of the blue<br>sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the afternoon we feel<br>the stabs of lightning we heard the<br>thunders of some failings and we try<br>to stretch our imaginations <br>for understanding how things did not happen<br>the way we dream them to be<br>how others fell how some of our friends<br>die with eyes shocked for the <br>sudden defeats<br>the crushing of the edifice<br>the removal of the beautiful facades<br>the breaking of the borders<br>the pieces of dreams shattered like<br>fragile glass before our <br>very own wrinkled faces<br>beside our bleeding feet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we finally find the truth and accepting it<br>we mellow down like marshmallow<br>we sleep deep in the night<br>without any regret<br>for life has been fair<br>and soon we all shall leave here</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491769" data-title="Our Dreams de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="in the morning we talk of dreams assume the colors of flowers and the glow of sunrise our quick legs and nimble hands take us to the strong pillars of hopes and our eyes look far reaching the foot of the rainbow on the other side of the hill at ..."></div> </div> </div>

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