Written By Jacob Ibrag
Small ideas, tiny wings. Rivers flowing
with golden dreams, of endless possibilities.
With your hand reaching out, don’t let go of
realities grasp. With guards up, the universe stops,
open your mind, open your heart. Serendipity won’t,
give up on your soul. Tear down those walls, tear
down those halls, let the rivers flow, rich and all.
Big ideas, paramount wings. No more
chains on your Possibilities.
Painting By Tadeusz Machowski
Eyes + Words 
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