Sometimes I wonder...
How unlucky I am-
to be born into this world so cruel.
But how fortunate
of me to be born into this family so ordinary:
With a father who wants to
bestow upon his children the best possible education;
With a mother who wants to feed her children the best food;
With the children who want to show their parents their best grades
And give them a happy old age.
Just how beautiful can this ordinary be.
This ordinary family,
In an ordinary city,
In an ordinary house,
With an ordinary car.
Just how magical it is to be ordinary.
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Ocean of words
PoesiaThese are the ocean of words, I can't talk them out or hide, I wanna shout them to the world, But my courage is long gone in the tides...
