A small opening.
A keyhole.
Is all that we need.
To see.
To dream.
To imagine.
To look beyond.
Beyond the everyday.
To the world beyond.
Beyond our imagination.
To the unknown.
To be free.
A small opening.
A keyhole.
Is all that we need.
To see.
To dream.
To imagine.
To look beyond.
Beyond the everyday.
To the world beyond.
Beyond our imagination.
To the unknown.
To be free.
“Look not long at what’s offered, for every precious thing has wings and may fly away.”
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Sometimes I wish we had wings to go anywhere we want whenever we want. New places. New adventures. We always have our imagination.
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What an outstanding poem, so refreshing!
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Thank you. It’s nice to dream.
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