Dreams are like rose petals:
Seemingly fragile and gentle
Their beauty calms and settles.
Attaching to the right one isn’t accidental.
When petals are young, they are strong
In spite of rain and wind they stay unbreakable.
If you cut them, they don’t leave for long
In spite of their loveliness, their loss is acceptable.
Dreams resist the time passing by
Their beauty and size are untouchable.
It is hard to know when our dreams will die
Cherishing something so delicate is irresistible.
Kristina
Monday July 6th, 2020
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