The glimmer of the ocean
Rush of the trees
Grandness of a mountain above
We all have our dreams
Destinations and paradises in our hearts.
Many of us may see a place as were they belong
even though they have never been there
Despite knowing it may not be for me
My dream is a small cottage by a bay in Maine
Silly isn't it?
These little dreams are what we hold on to
as motivation, something to keep us going
Wether they are ever realized or not
They become a part of who we are
A little fantasy no one can take away
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:17 PM UTC
The glimmer of the ocean
Rush of the trees
Grandness of a mountain above
We all have our dreams
Destinations and paradises in our hearts.
Many of us may see a place as were they belong
even though they have never been there
Despite knowing it may not be for me
My dream is a small cottage by a bay in Maine
Silly isn't it?
These little dreams are what we hold on to
as motivation, something to keep us going
Wether they are ever realized or not
They become a part of who we are
A little fantasy no one can take away
Just a little thing I wanted to share
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