Count a few specks of love from other people’s life.
fill them in bottles of your own life.
take a few of your love,
and hand it over to others to live on.
Then you can be free.

Count the stars on a night when the clouds
decide to take off to go home.
And go sleep on the porch for just one night.
When you wake up the next day,
You will marvel what you have.

Categories: Poetry

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