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Little dreamer

The little dreamer
put on her rosecoloured sunglasses
and danced through her life,
her ponytail whipping in tune with her steps.

Through fields she whirled,
on beaches she turned on her toes with the breeze blowing her dress,
all the while admiring butterflies and the sunset,
enjoying the green of the forest.

Through her colorful lenses
the world was soft and welcoming,
so she embraced it with joy and admiration
for everything she had, and had dreamed of.

That was her life.

No one had ever told her
it was not possible to get what she wanted.

(Foto: pixababy)

Author: carasmelody

daydreamer, hopelessly hopeful, I love the power of words, I love poems, words are soulfood

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