How Blessed Are We
It has been ages since I last posted and yes, I feel guilty. However, I only publish what I write when I am truly content with my content. Why stop at average when you know you can do better? Since the 12 th grade has begun, the days have gone by in a blur. So here I am, drinking some green tea, listening to some soft music and ready to share with you some of my latest thoughts. Here is something new, the first poem I wish to present to you: -- How blessed I must be To have people who don’t need reasons to love me To be able to experience and not merely watch The sun kissing the land; looking like heaven’s match To wake up to another fresh and new day To see one’s smile shine up till their eyes, in their own special way Have you paid close attention to how words roll out of each one’s mouth; so very differently Or how we all sound the same underwater, because what can the water do to you if you keep swimming Do you remember the day we sat ...