Things I Love


Things I love
I love people who are humble and honest
Sometimes direct but always ready to reach out
I love music, poetry, singing and writing
And affecting in a positive way the way people decide living
And being thanked by them for their eyes opening
I love when a friend wants to frame a poem for being so loving
Or tells me a poem touched his heart for being so warming
I love all types of people no matter what race, color or ethnicity
And enjoy talking well about any culture and about their own language and nationality
Above all I love being with my great big family
Living very precious moments with everyone together and feeling happily
Receiving loving reply emails from my nieces and nephews weekly.

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SHIVESH SHIVKUMAR
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I love this poem

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