Pick a coloured boat
and set it down afloat.
Place your hopes in it
allow it to go adrift.
Perhaps the current's flow
will bring it along so slow,
Plying the seas with bold courage
whilst the voices of others rage...
Predicate your dreams on the Wind that He brings,
now go on and yes, you'll brightly shine.
Pressed into streams of crucial yearnings,
next we'll glance, happily, that shoreline.
Dreams are meant to be sweet,
and I do want to taste those thousand pleasant sweets.
With you.
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