i love
the smell of a lit candle
that has just been blown out
organizing and counting loose change
and lacing up new shoes
listen
can you hear the whispers
of the wind blowing through the trees
over the hills
and around the houses
i love that too
infectious emotions
are hidden in just about anything
but only if you let them in
whatever that reason may be
obsession
faith
boredom
humility
anything
you shouldn't need an excuse
to have a fantastic day
nor should you let
anything heinous enough to rain on your parade
do its intended task
everyone deserves a good day
love something
love someone
love your f*cking life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem