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Our Twilight Hours
when night falls as we lay in our beds just before sleep overcomes our mind wanders into worlds we only imagine thoughts flutter seeing possibilities of things to come of dreams that could be our twilight hours of ideas going on ramparts within our heads ideas we toy with developing into reality then fall asleep to dream how many have followed their dreams become their potentials is that where greatness comes from people we admire want to be our twilight hours of ideas going on ramparts within our heads some follow those dreams see themselves doing what dreams told never giving up or being afraid to give it a chance believeing in themselves becoming their dreams who they want to be living life as it was meant our twilight hours of ideas going on ramparts within our heads is this how heros are born visualizing a dream come true never giving up men and women possesing the ability to make dreams become reality not afraid to try ready to follow up with a fantasy to make it come alive our twilight hours of ideas going on remparts within our heads Vote for this poem
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