1234567 Poem by Abby Sze

How long do you plan to go
What you wish to see
And what you want to show

What it meant for the world itself
At our foot touch the solid ground
As the breeze touch your face
And the sun melts in grace

I wish to go with through my life
Dangerous or fun or things are nice
Sorrow dampen grieve killing my heart
Happens to be one of the part

I worked and waited and shouted out
The storm comes with its crawl to rush
I chased bare foot and my hands are now rough
Still lost the thing I'm holding up

How are you and where you are
Peace granted silently faded
Your gentle and tenderness
Shall be carved and remembered

How long do you plan to go
When we meet will you say 'hello'
Then tell me all of your everything
'I love you' would be all I want to say