



Swagg Strong
We are made of dreams... We left many dreams forgotten somewhere, Sometime in the past And every now and then they make us homesick... I found a colorful dream doll from someone I loved so much! It's just a weird doll, little pretty... But I want her to still make someone smile or cry, I don't know... It represents another dream that comes undone to give way to reality Even if it seems late... I think life is like that! We are dream catchers One here, one there.... and that's how we live... Or is it that we dream? How good it is to dream! Dreaming of the impossible Daydreaming letting time pass And sometimes be surprised for the beauty... the poetry that returns Even if it's through an old toy: An old and not so pretty doll That one day kept the dreams From someone who owned my dreams...
Swagg Strong
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