A poem by Eliza Wilson
Some dreams are too cheap,
Some hearts are too small,
Dream high, wide and deep,
Give all to gain all.
Forgive when it hurts,
Let go when you cling,
Be free like the birds,
And joyful like spring.
Hold God in your heart,
And make love your treasure,
Be light in the dark
And give without measure.
1 comment:
I love the poem, it is very pretty.
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Ana Maria Q. Avellar
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