LITTLE THINGS


                                                    LITTLE THINGS

In the hell that’s inside
Whispers breeze around in the mind
As the soon to be memory arrives
Wondering if a reaction reveals this dilation
Quickly wrap the elapse of reason
Play it cool and be the normal weird
Even when bad moods are thrown
Little comfort smile and let slide
Knowing there is much more than stress
To unveil or not to unveil
The importance of being near
While feeling the warmth of a spirited angel
A question may always linger
Maybe self-illusion
Is there more or is it just a beautiful soul
Of kindness of another
Will enjoy and savoir
For many years have built too many walls
Little things

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