There were the small things:
the shades of your smile,
the tones of your voice,
the prosody of your touch.
There was the insignificance
of your presence,
the implicitness
of our connection,
invisible and thrumming,
innocent like a Sunday in June.
Yes, there were small things:
Now they are distant,
no longer in reach.
A contest entry
- they aren't little... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended May 4, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Ah..this is indeed a heartfelt write bringing the depth into the piece..you are very honest while stating the story of the life here..well done....
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