I think a lot,
I don't know what.
What's my goal?
What's my dream?
They are all unspoken things.
I wanna see the house in my dreams,
I'll see it, cuz' I believe in me.
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The helpless want to rely on me.
Can they see, the scars in me?
Maybe they are invisible to others,
But they go inside, more than deep.
I may cry, prevalently.
I would achieve something
That's dear to me.
I won't wanna cry,
And just wanna fight, for me.
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May we know, what hopes we have.
You wanna be rich but how? You see.
What's my goal?
What's my dream?
They are all unspoken things,
I wanna see, the house in my dreams,
I'll see it, cuz' I believe in me.
-Min Hanna
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THE RAIN THATS LEFT| An anthology of poems
PoetryAn anthology- Someone trying out writing cuz' it feels like home. I don't know. -Min Hanna I don't know what's made for me, Is it the science or this pen? I don't know what makes me happy. Is it numbness or any feeling, whet...
