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Thursday, July 24, 2008

dreams

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Langston Huges
Posted by Melody at 11:59 AM
Labels: poetry

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