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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

Where ?


Where do you want to go?
Where the stars put up a night show..
Not sure where that happens?
Come, sit next to me..
You will see.
I don’t want to..
Who said you have to if you don’t ?
So I am not coming..
Well, you aren’t leaving.
Is that what you prefer?
How does that matter either?
What you looking at?
Just, why aren’t you mad yet ?
Why would I ?
You won’t stay that long..
And there’s no way you are wrong.
As your chosen path seems sensible..
While my methods are incorrigible.
Are you listening?
The wind whispers..
Looks like you are gone..
I am to sit next to this stone.
As the moon shows up..
alone..
Refrain from looking any further..
The stone gets cooler..
Shivering arms gets closer.
Are you still reading?
For a happy ending..
Because it’s dark..
Not sure where to go.
While he ain’t coming back..
So let me doze off until dawn.
Let me loose stare..
Wake up if I care..
To let me choose Where.

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