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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

Over

Then there is the moon..
Without an answer.
As the silvery light glistens the cheeks.
With drops of gorgeous streaks.
Glims silently..
Without an answer.
A tinge brushing through the wound..
While pain has been hushed.
Trampling in thorns..
Searching again for a beginning.
Without an answer.
A desire imperious.
A childish delirious.
What answer?
There is none.
Your chase is over..
Now stop the run.

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