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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 Are You ?

I walked all night ..
And still couldn’t find you.
Dusk turning grey..
The blinking owl out for prey..
Bleeding sky sulking polite..
Soon the sunset went out of sight..
But still couldn’t find you.
Cried out loud..
My echo touched the cloud..
The voices that I heard..
Were mine but sounded staggered.
Why didn’t I warn you not to fight..
As I still couldn’t find you.
There’s a place where I can stay..
But don’t feel like ending the chase today.
Why can’t the night just bring back some light..
As I am still out looking for you.
Now it’s pitch dark..
With the distant dog bark.
I am sitting at this old bench in the park.
Incase you see my spark..
The wind cover is chilly..
Why am I acting silly.
Have I lost the way home?
Now aunt will shout at the way I roam.
Should I keep looking tonight..
Maybe darkness might find you..
Or take me to a place new..
What difference does it make…
As there is never enough bread to bake.
And with you being out..
Nobody’s going to eat I doubt.

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