Kindness like confetti
I met Kindness;
I guessed he was in his early thirties
Rode the bus like me and sat next to me
He liked my hair, thought it was neatly done
I sat there waiting for the catch, none came
In the evening I met Kindness again
This time she wore a pretty dress
She came to me in the street with a smile on
Said she thought I was pretty, I blushed
I never knew kindness could be a stranger
Yet it feels so familiar and genuine
If only we let ourselves put it on like an outfit
And let it spread all over like wildfire
The world would be a better place
Copyright © Aheri Rose | Year Posted 2024
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