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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

Oblique

There is a bleak sense of..
Chaos in your absence.
A tick sense of remorse..
Felt your essence.
A prick from a pin..
Oozing drops of blood.
Falling down with a thud.
The barks in my brain..
Drowning with pain.
A profound silence..
Convoluted conscience.
A voice defeating consequence..
Arguing in the defined sequence.
Thoughts getting obsolete..
Questions just self repeat.
A mere response they try to seek..
While distances get OBlique.

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