One of Million

You are one of those million stars,

Nobody even knows where you are.

Without blinking, without fear,

You still shine in dark around year.

 

You are one of those million roses,

Nobody even looks your elegant poise.

Without cry, without sigh,

You still bloom don’t ask me why.

 

You are one of those million trees,

Nobody even cares your gentle breeze.

Without glare, without care,

You still stand gracefully in the air.

 

You are one of million on the street,

Nobody even can hear your heart beat.

Without sweat, without shit,

You still hold your head high and upbeat.

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