“I was about to fall,
Going to lose my identity,
By blending myself,
With rain water,
Cuz I was,
Born to blend!
Meanwhile,
The kindest plant,
Extended its hand,
And caught me,
Now,
I, delicate ball,
Resting,
In the green bed,
And singing
kindness costs nothing”
Nice poem on kindness.
Thank you for your comment, Pushmaotee.
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Brilliant 😍 😍… Marvelous
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Accept my best Thanks Afia! 😍