Hold on standstill
find your good ways,
a day and a dream to fulfill
in colors of morning plays.
So much in its coming
like a bouget of flowers,
the dreams of today's blooming
each particle and hours.
Yesterday is now gone
did you find your way,
dreams keep though coming on
one by one they'll play.
All that is here for you
making its worth and while,
that's just what you'll do
all in its way and style.
Hold on and give the way
for this are our day and time,
we are in moment's play
finding its go and prime.
Life is just what it is
something to reach and give,
when morning comes fresh to this
what we have made and revive.
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