Where are your notes about things to do for others?
I kept looking front to back
And then I thought acts of
kindness are things we don't remember or plan
Like our breaths, they weave into our existence
The unplanned moments of each day
as they should
like feeding the newborn we adore
like interlocking lovers' hands as we walk
like moving in a pulse flowing as we dance
a smile of passersby lighting up your sky
I know- we're not meant to walk alone.
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