Why dream?
It is the foundation,
The first block set upon the ground
And the first ounce to every pound.
It is the foundation.
Why live?
Because dreams need a hand;
It raises dreams, sets them in place.
It gives a drink along the race.
Because dreams need a hand.
Copyright © 2011 Leslie Alexis
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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