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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
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From the realms of muse..
Into the arms you choose.
From the freedom set loose..
Into the times that ceased to exist.
From the realms of nowhere..
Into the eyes that stare.
From the charm of false prepare..
Into the outcome of self repair.
From the realms of the unknown..
Into the spirited alone.
From the swarm of anxiety..
Into the abode of a petrifying noise.
The realm is beyond you..
The path exploits new.
To abide is your call..
It gets wider than persuade.
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