Searching the part of me in deep and dark
I find what makes me no little boy
who saw his ball merrily dancing, merrily bouncing
I'm not a little boy who can learn holding someone's hand
I'm yet to see the changes seasons bring.
My grief - beyond money, is piercing rain when windows crack.
I'm yet to see how this world accepts for none,
really none come to rescue when a ball is lost #yqbaba#YourQuoteAndMine#pennpopcorn#pairagraph#pnpuntoldpoem#emma_scar
