I am just a little girl
Dropped in this wild world
And When I see the busy world
I want to drop something to hold
And when I lift my head up high
I see the birds go fly and by
Blooming flowers in the ground and the cottony sky
These are the things that made me cry
Yeah, this world is not for them, just for me
And those things that I see are for me,
But I’m only human,
Tracing the curiosity and sometimes I fell down
And no matter how unlucky I am, I’m still,
Created with imperfections, moulded by lapses
I am born with flaws yet being raised with dignity.
Good day fellow steemians, I am overwhelmed and touched to say thank you for those who dropped by my last post/blog. Allow me to share with you my thoughts and affection in regards to my post. While I was in moment of composing this free verse poem, my mind blow as I was watching little kids happily playing games outside. There lives are so easy and outgoing, they don't have to worry about money, obligations and responsibility and they don't even felt the pain of being an outgrown person. They just only get worry about their toys while us, we must to strive more harder just to get what is important for tomorrow. But life of being independent might be exciting and challenging. Most of the time we fell down but life do not matter how many time you fell down what matter the most is how many times you stand up from being fallen.
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