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The Little Things


Leaves fall off into the world below

Like how raindrops kiss the pavement and asphalt 

Leaving a trail of existence that will soon disperse 

Fading ever so slowly only to come back to fall 

 

Flowers that blossom beauty 

With every petal 

So vibrant and delicate 

It's words of splendor 

Stronger than words made of steel and metal

 

A warm embrace of a newborn 

Indescribable feeling

Tears trailing down filled with adorn 

Seeing the first breath of life from a different perspective 

 

The very first kiss of winter

That lands on your nose

Gazing into the grey toned mirror

The only silence 

 

Little things that make life great

Watching the world freeze

A chance of adventure we never seem to hesitate 

Our faces crested by the breeze

 

One moment so special 

Until it is no more

Holding on to the memory because they're the only thing that doesn't change like the weather

Attempting to lock them up in the cupboard with the key wrapped around our neck


 

The first pedal of a child's scream

Wobbling on two wheels

Avoiding the concrete fiend

Hands that heel to a violent stop

 

Kisses that are showered 

In a unbreakable slumber

Fading metallic tunes and warmth that over power

Mom and dad that comfort you from monsters that live right under your head

 

Leaving loved ones behind 

Fates scissors cut you short

Pictures that rewind

From the adventures you planned on

 

Little things that make life great

Watching the world freeze

A chance of adventure we never seem to hesitate 

Our faces crested by the breeze

 

To live a life with such little things

 

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Freebird986

Writing is a passion that I harbor in a bottle too often. It's hard for me to express my words out in the open with out stuttering, or losing what I want to say. For me, poems capture what the heart can't say out loud. Poetry helps those thoughts become heard and I am more than willing to hear others as well.

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Sophia.Smilez
<p>Absolutley beautiful</p>

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