The Days of Ziad Hafiz Razak

I want to write about
The poetry of everyday things:
   The smell of coffee in the morning
   The gentle breeze as I look out the balcony
   The fragrance of the flowers on the window sill
   The bark of the dogs down in the valley
   The growl of the cars zooming past on the road
   The uncles and aunties taking their morning walks
   The security guard nodding sagely from a distance
   The cats lounging by the side of the street
   You holding my hand, flashing that smile that makes me fall in love with you all over again, everyday.