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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

No Words

Clouded poise..
Indifferent Turbulent.
Unpleasant noise..
Lurking violent.
Open arm..
Shining faith.
Broken wrath..
Pining stale.
The smell of innocence..
Seeking intuition.
Shut down eyes..
To avoid weeping.
Scroll through the scar..
One last sweeping.
The pain left ajar..
Invisible by far.
Still strong grip..
Avoid hand slip.
Eyes signalling the mind..
Scattered to keep together as designed.
Gladly no words..
Later you won’t find.

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