by Karen Monie   Aug 30, 2012

No dream is too high
That you can not reach

There is no hope that is not nigh
Except it does not seem rich

It all depends on you
On your dream, even if new

One needs no wings to reach the sky
But passion that can rekindle the fire

Then destiny can play its own part
And lay its hands upon your heart

As such be sure of a good future
And frame up a good structure

Note: This poem was written in my younger years, so I will review and add to it with time


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