These rows of wishes,
Strung on brightly hued string,
Make me wonder if the author is feeling equally bright.
Did fate grant them with what they longed for most,
Or is that day still yet to come?
Dreaming can be seen as both foolish and crucial;
Dreams can lead us down unrealistic paths,
But can also kindle the fire within,
To someday reach the end of them.
See it as you wish.
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