Lesson 50
Let me love the little things in life.Let worry weave it’s way out of my mind
and join the westward wind. Let me cherish
the sound of the evening sky, and count the stars,
though I know I’ll soon get bored.
Let me feel the breeze, hear the night sneeze,
and blow away dark thoughts that dry my brain.
Let me stand tall and know the soil I walk
will not be dented by my footsteps. Let me live.
Let me live, god dammit. I’ve only one life.
Let me not waste it.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-22 at 05:38
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