is a wonderful feeling
deep down inside.
When it happens
again and again
you feel you have
a very special gift.
It makes you feel
you have something
that is worth more
than money could ever buy.
That you should never
give up on your own dreams,
but keep on doing
what you do best.
Giving hope to others
and their respective dreams
all the while you
are chasing your own.
28 June 2015
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