a native dreamer

I am an average writer and a poor speaker

Every day I do everything to achieve...

But all my achievements are kind of squeakers.

I never give up, I believe and weave,

day by day, making our Future,

Like a tapestry, engaging and bright,

Each day is a step, each step is a suture

Of a different color, not black and white.

One day i will be wise enough to become a teacher,

Not just a native dreamer of far away.

For the time being each hour adds a feature

To unfinished tapestry of my way.

The End

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