Hope is the thing with feather that perches in the soul.
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China
July 16, 2006
Dreams
by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly,
Hold fast to dreams,
For if dreams go,
Life is a barren field,
Frozen with snow.
My words: This poem inspired me to pursue my dreams. Every time I feel down, I think of it and feel hopes again. Chasing dreams makes me feel great.
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