Cold Mind
Tis a cold mind that wanders in
Lost in a dream like state it seems
Stoned from the chill of a winters heigh
The warmth of Sheryl Valentine brightens my day
Guided by this warmth one dares to smile
Ever so faintly as one shy's away
The world it seems is lost in flight
Awakening to a probability that LIGHT is MIGHT.
Alas it seems but illusion this hidden thought
Maybe tis true, Who knows. Who knows?
poem by nathan
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