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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

Butterfly

I watched a butterfly..
That would dance its way..
Within my folded hands..
Sticking to my fingers..
A soothing touch by its ends
It would sing by its wings..
Sizzle with the morning drizzle..
With every possible glee..
Reminding me of free..
Flapping by my ear..
It would steer..
My inner to be clear..
Of the constant clutter that..
Dampens the mind..
And refuses to flutter.

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