Random Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Walk along the shore, Wishing on the shooting star, And smiling at the blind fate that is ahead of me, Grabbing the bag of happieness and running along the shore, Throwing handfuls into the water, trying to spread the infection, Of peaceful being with yourself and others, And you still don’t know it yet, All this time, you were gone, This will come and overwhelm you, Take you under with the positive love, And beautiful radiance from your aura, Come take my hand of respect and be the smile on my face.