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Do Dreams Come True?



An eagle soars overhead,

Winging through my dream.

It flies high over the canyon,

Majestic, regal, in its entire splendor.

From current to current,

It swoops upon the wind.

Watching ever,

Patient, attentive, and fierce.

Then in a blink it dives,

Coming lower, faster, closer,

Till finally I realize its prey.

It swoops and screams,

Heading straight for me.

I cannot run,

I cannot speak.

It swoops ever closer,

Then it flies into my chest,

And I awake,

Stretch my wings,

And fly off.

Through this I realize:

Dreams do come true.


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