COUNT

One night moon shines

Two eyes stares deep into the night

Three times this week she’s been restless

Four in the morning, she sighed deeply

Five stars up above accompany

Six strings melody, she strums one by one

Seven papers crumpled on the ground

Eight words she wrote, she was reminded

Nine days ago, her heart got wounded

Ten memories, all come flooded

Count. And count. And count. ‘til she can breathe. Penulis : Gabriela Priscila