By: strangerpaths July 27, 2016August 3, 2016 Poetryblog, creative writing, English poem, inspiration, love story, poem, Poetry, poetry blog, random thoughts, short poem, short story, Story blog, writings Small The ripples in my glass of water were my proof, There are little creatures that I can not see… There are small things, smaller than me! But here I stand on my kitchen floor so much bigger yet feeling so small. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related