Everybody is a philocalist,
But not many realise it.
May it be the morning mist,
Or a scented candle that is lit.
Everybody is a philocalist,
Appreciates all the beautiful things.
You might even have a list,
Including the cuckoo that sings.
Everybody is a philocalist,
Don't ask me, I just know it.
Oh, you just can't resist,
You know you love things that fit.
Everybody is a philocalist,
Did you know that I don't fit.
I just coexist,
With a perfectly made knit stitch.
- Sadhana
YOU ARE READING
The Story Of Another Me
PoetryThis is a book for everyone. This is a book for no one. This is a book for her. This is a book for him. This is a book you'll wish to read. This is a book you'll never wish to read. This is a book for us. This is a book for them. This is a poetry bo...
