I'm lost,
But don't know at what cost,
Till now I can't find the cause,
Hoping there would be a pause,
So I can see how much I've crossed.
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Poetry: Once a Little Word
PoetryLife is full of curiosity. When someone involved in something out there, I wonder how would they think. How will they react to it. Though nothing was serious. But I still wonder.
Crossed
I'm lost,
But don't know at what cost,
Till now I can't find the cause,
Hoping there would be a pause,
So I can see how much I've crossed.
