Saturday

I live for dreams

I live for dreams
deep in my heart
they stay
little sparks of golden fire that
warm my soul.
Everytime you pour
water on my sparks,
your creul attempt
does only the opposite.
My dreams grow lighter,
they glow brigher.
You have only rekindled them.
You gave them food,
and now they are growing stronger.
I will not give in
you have only helped me win.
Don't you know?
My dreams are gifts
that can never be taken away.

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