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Flight of dreams


Today , for once, I am complete
And younger than I would ever be again
Today I am breathing happily
And I am free from any pain

Yes, I did make some mistakes
But this morning I woke up and I am alive,
Proof enough that I have been forgiven
So I would rejoice and revive

What I thought to be an end,
Is just a new beginning, it turns out
So today I will laugh out loud
And at the top of my lungs, shout

I will free the songs trapped in my head
And out of the cage, they will fly
I will hold their wings and they will
Carry me to the blue bright sky

There I will catch some clouds and
In my pockets, I will stuff them
If they get little ruffled,
My dreams will again fluff them

And you make sure birds are chirping
When I put my feet back on land
I have collected all the stars to make you smile,
 And I will put them on your hand

And you will give me shells you collected
On the blue green sea shore
They will sing to us the secret stories
We will laugh, and dream some more

And tomorrow if we wake up once again,
We will find a crystal bright dew drop
It will make the sun rise and shine again,
And it will bring to us new hope

But, if tomorrow is not my day,
Promise me you will hunt all I left behind
You will go to places worth going
And find treasures, I could not find


We are nothing but a ray of hope
And hope is what never dies
For what lives forever within us,
He is a fool, who cries


I am a part of you, and you are of mine
We will find each other again
Time is never enough for dream hunting
And life is too short to complain






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  1. everything z true here.....except u made any mistake!!......:):)

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