To those whose writing I have red,
I like how your words flow like peaceful river of ideas
I love how you chose your alphabets and phrases
I admire how you tangled every typing into a beautiful story
Some clauses you made sure made me frown,
Thinking what you mean sometimes make me sick
Yet, it's still our progress, true?
Who knows what you will come up with next
To those whose writing I haven't red,
Wish someday I'll read yours
Too many of story, there are
So, curse our luck, eh?
Worry not, you shall be
No one said so, doesn't matter yours aren't good
Just wait, just be calm
Approval and glory shall come to you, one way or another
I'm still waiting for next of yours
Hope you will do on mine too!
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