Small

Poetry 0 Minutes

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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Published by strangerpaths

Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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