What numbers Count

Can’t help hoping I fall for love once
Rose rings have painfully passed through this finger
But statistics seems far fetched to me now
Drops dripped to form, filling my world of
Poorly painted crayon cloud
Only one made my world reel with light
There are days, dates that you cannot count
Blot, bury those numbers in a black box.

Vera

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