Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Counting Blessings

I cry, cry and cry
When the scene goes by
It may be real
It may be fake

But the story is great
It inspires me straight
Seeing is an experience
Seeking is brilliance

Every day or the other
I see them around
To stay on my feet
Steady fast and ground

Keeping the thoughts alive and clear
Is what my wish I adore and swear
Life always teaches me wise lessons
It’s my duty to count my blessing

Oh Lord! Thank you for the life and stories
Without it, my life would be boring
I wish my spirits go high
To keep my dreams always reach sky


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