I start counting from
One, Two, Three,
Then I sit beside you silently.
I still continue counting. . .
Four, Five, Six,
Then I knew that there is something I can't really fix.
Here comes Seven, Eighth, Nine and Ten,
I have been enlightened.
These numbers have taught me;
There are things I cannot change and will stay the same.
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Out of the Blue Poems
Teen FictionThere's this time where words - beautiful words just immediately pop-up on your mind. And the next step you do is to get a pen and a paper, write it, review it and publish it.