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The Little Things

*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night

No Sign




No sign of you..
Not now.
Not ever.
Wondering how..
Us became never.
No sign of you..
No words.
No letter.
Hollow chords..
Untying the knots.
No sign of you..
Just thoughts.
Just a gesture.
Of a stubborn stature.
While wiping the everlasting capture..
That dissolved..
Into the night of departure.

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