MiN Poems

Still admire but do not just stand
As one's future has yet to be planned.

Go up life's mountain, to its peak
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In this cold world of steel,
What does it mean to feel?

To love, to hate, to be forgotten?
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Through clear old glass in this cabin of wood
I sit thinking of all things that could.

Light covers all in a single direction
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A time of sleep, a time of rest,
A time after we've done our best.

A world of dreams, of make-believe
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A place we wish would last,
A place that's gone too fast.

A place for us to play,
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With hands held tight, hearts in sync
neither of us could hardly think.

We just stood still as time moved on
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