I see people all around me and I think
What are their story?
What pain have they endured?
What have the lost?Questions like these remind me to be kind to people
To smile at strangers
To say thank you to the bus driver
To tell the cashier to save the changeI want to live in this world being soft,
There is already too much hate- Love everyone//l.d
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The Meaning Of Seasons//l.d
PoetryWelcome to all four seasons that made a home inside of me..