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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

Labyrinth

I fell down
amid the streets 
got up
dusted myself
wishing 
noone had seen
how I have been
wishing a path
to light beyond
this wrath
to fight beyond 
this aftermath 
but nothing so far
wishing for 
the next turn
after this heavy run 
that can predict 
that the fall can be fun
wishing for
lesser bleed
that doesn't stain the meed
but only
calms down the greed
within that
speaks of being sober 
wishing for
greater stride
when I climb down 
the mountain of pride
while I see faces
that grinched 
at me over and over
wishing fate
to debate
until after
the slate to
be wiped clean
from constant slaughter
wishing pain
to be part
of very much
everything
so that you 
aren't left alone
under a sad looking stone 

*pic courtesy pinterest art collection

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