Believe it,
Have it.
They proved me my dreams is possible,
Even if it's really different from the real world I've been through,
I want it this bad
So I keep all ears to the legend in the land.
Once upon a time,
Five dull and little stones are lying on the floor,
No one would pay attention—
One is beaten up bad enough,
One has been spit on by some rats,
Others has been kicked out real bad,
But why is that?
They're just a stone,
Not a diamond to care about,
They're not shining like how the gold was,
They're not even valuable and luxurious as a shell's pearl;
They're just like some kind of nobody-lonely-matches
But never get the hype to scratch it.
They have a dream,
A vision they once painted,
It's beautifully crafted during strong season
Believing it will grow and bear fruits—
They live in their dreams one by one and step by step,
If by fate, it will grow a tree to shed them in salty weather.
If you want it,
Have it by grace.
SB19 is the living proof,
They're now set to fly after fixing their broken wings,
They're chilling high but still grounded all the time,
Go turn on your nitro and fly high to the sky.
YOU ARE READING
18:19
Poetry[An Open Diary] An A'Tin's message to SB19 who saved her from drowning into the ocean of grief and for fighting the sirens of disturbing images in her head.
