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*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
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No I Cannot

No I cannot talk..
Coz words don’t mean.
No will not walk..
Over the miles spread across.
No I cannot rot..
Coz the smell is hard to get over.
No will not drink..
As it is rough to be sober.
No I cannot judge..
The reflections blurred out.
Unable to breathe..
As affection carves out.
Will not cease..
To venture the unknown way..
As rules are broken halfway.
No I cannot close..
Though everything I chose..
Is byfar a fool’s disclose.
No will not hold..
As the grip sweats out getting slippery.
Death comes unpleasant..
A deserted sheath of misery.
No I cannot restrict hypocrisy..
Nor can dictate prophecy.
No will not let go..
But sooner will be the one let go.
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