In the middle of the green fields
I was alone,
I was in reverie
Thinking, dancing, mumbling
Existence was soft
Was as easy as picking scented flowers
Nectar filled plants
Listening to bees
Tasting the grass
Hearing the wind whispering
My dreams of growing up
Got caught up in spider’s webs
And playing games
Was not for wining, was not for losing
Running around
Stealing fruits
The value of goods
Was in sharing
Children on the streets
Jumping in the rain
Building bridges in the mud
The sweet taste of childhood
Lies in its simplicity.
Everyone from everywhere 
And maybe also in the fact that dreams are still intact…
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I agree. Somehow when we grow up we forget to dream or we abandon our dreams because they seem impossible to achieve
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How is everything going on the work search side? 🤗
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Well, it’s starting to get better. I have received a few interview invitations and that is all I need to prove that I have what it takes.
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Great news ! Keep believing and keep us posted!!
Best to you! 🤗
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Thanks!
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Oh, this gave me goosebumps
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Well, when I wrote it I got goosebumps too.
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Good- that’s how it should be! 🙂
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never abandon your dreams, even if they seem unreal or out of reach.
this is a wonderful poem
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Nicely written.
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Thanks
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