Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a read more

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust over like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it sags like a heavy load. Or does it just explode?.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing read more

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.