Why is it,
When I start to see the light,
There is a dark following around,
Making me blind,
To see how beautiful it is.
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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.
Light
Why is it,
When I start to see the light,
There is a dark following around,
Making me blind,
To see how beautiful it is.
