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Jun 2018
Lost dreams flying away,
In the sky of my own,
They glow and shine ,
I try to let them stay

In my mind,
Hope is splashed ,
Worries are sprinkled ,
Although they can hardly bind ,

Goals are painted,
And I may not be a good artist,
So colors may fade,
Outlines may not be clear,
But when I try and look,
These paintings say I’m here.

My soul spreads the vibes,
Vibes of proudness as if it’s true,
When I take a step to a dream,
Reality takes the lead,
And i will no longer have an imagination flue.
Rowan Ayman
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Rowan Ayman  18/F
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