it’s about the little things
that give a bit of escape,
like a daffodil in bloom
beside a patch of
melting snow
& how we smile
despite ourselves
it’s about how
we’re never too low
to soar even when
wings are weak
from wild weather
& aged compasses
no longer work
it’s then,
at our lowest,
that small pleasures
& good hearts
hold us up...
lift out heads
so we can
b r e a t h e
please share your comments & critiques
Comments
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Oh, nciely done. And, such truths, to be sure. Thsi really fits the picture and the theme. Thank you so much for entering it.
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Very beautiful, and flows easily. A great piece indeed.


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well done
Flows nicely. Good imagery.

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hmmm a very intersting right. I felt so calm be the end of the poem. The b r e a t h e was genius! I loved the whole feeling of calmness you have creatd. You should be very proud of this poem. Thank you for sharing.
Spreading love,
Miley




