Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Friday, November 21, 2003

Dreams Come True

Like air to breathe
in deep, fulfilling
like water to drink,
the ocean to swim
in summer.
Like being surrounded
by fog in winter
magical as fresh
snowfall throughout
Like coming home
to your arms,
to see everything
in your eyes.
Like coming home.

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