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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

Uneven

When I look out of the window,
They talk to me and tell me about their day..
I keep on complaining,
While they keep saying how it's much better..
To strive..
In an uneven way,

For them their season is over,
Changing color as they have started to fade away..
But even when that's happening,
They are happy..
And don't even utter it once,
That they dislike the array...
Or pleading even once that they wish if they could stay...

Nothing Stays The Same Forever....

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