Langston Hughes Version:
Hold fast to dreams For if they die
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly
hold fast to dreams
for if they go life is a barren field frozen with snow
MY version:
Hold fast to dreams For if they die
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly
hold fast to dreams
for if they go life is a barren field frozen with snow
But what if I like the snow
and the barren field makes it easier for me to go?
What if my dreams have been long gone
and I have forgotten that flying was ever done?
What if I want to die?
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
