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Very long ago,
I had a dream.
Still far from it,
Desire still lingers.
Hours and hours pass
Pictures of the past
Moving along my screen.
Excavations and preservation,
Ancient cities under the dust.
Holding no certifications,
It doesn’t matter,
The passion still lives.
© Susan Reed
As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up? How close or far are you from that vision?
Focal Breeze 
It was a short poem that answered the daily’s prompt question so delightfully. I’m charmed.
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Thank you so much 🙂 I’m glad that you enjoyed it !