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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

To You

To you..
I love..
For how many ..
Different ways..
I could think of.
To you..
I seek..
For any..
Kind of day..
I could wink off.
To you..
I find..
Not to be a part of..
Any given way..
That meets dismay.
To you..
I shower..
A pattern of colorful shade..
That never would fade.
Away the smile from your face.
To you..
I deny..
The caricature of actualism.
As reality makes this dull.
Trickling down to the very skull.
To you..
I know..
And you shall never say..
But pick to stay..
Until the very last day.
In my mind..
Like the very same day..
When I found you.

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