Joven Demapitan Poems

Dream, dream
dream of a mountain,
A mountain so high a mountain so big
but how can you climb in its slope so steep?
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Again as she always say,
'You people are not doing well.'
Toil some more, loosen the soil,
don't stop until the seeds sprouts.
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When dreams became only dreams,
and thing never worked as I thought it would be.
And days seem to get lost,
and my life seems so meaningless to me.
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