I count the number with ABC,
And cheer myself up with some sad story,
I sing a song out of sound,
And paint the drawing by water.
And I wonder what do I understand about this world?
I wrote some note upon the beach,
A wave splashed and erased it.
I then wrote some note above the sky,
God blew it away with a sign.
So I wrote some note on a leaf,
It turned yellow and instantly shrinked.
Well then I wrote some note to you,
You replied sorry too long didn't read.
So I start to count ABC,
I am creating my own language.
I also collect some sad story,
To soothe my mind at night of late.
I get some water to paint my world,
It seems really beautiful.
And then I start to understand the world
That only in lonesome
You can sense your soul.
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Very beautiful and lovely poem! Great message in your words, And then I start to understand the world That only in lonesome You can sense your soul. So very true, understanding of the world comes after understanding yourself and who you are, and it is done within the lonesomeness of your heart, mind and soul. That is where true understanding will always be found. Excellent write, I love it! Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn