Let the Numbers

Let the numbers speak and choose their master

Let the numbers cry and choose their lover

Let the numbers be filled with joy forever

And let them find their real home together.

The thought of breaking the treasured laws of life

is the thought of solving a hard false strife

When we keep on fearing the numbers of dice

We failed to win the vulgar games of chance.

Let the numbers seek and strengthen their faith

Let the numbers forbid their own wrong gate

In order to open a heavenly grave

And rise from the dead to live and save.

When we learn to lead we learn to follow

Far from the Black road casting dark shadows

To lead is to guide with no more sorrows

To follow is to soar an ocean of mallows.

Now, let the numbers express their thank you

For once they met someone like you

To whom they shared they treasured values

A lie on earth which is gladly..hehe..TRUE!

A poem for Madam Jhovy Banania.. I was not able to give to her before I graduated in High School


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