Small Things

Small things to crush amidst soft things to touch,
It matters not why, though beware.
Those small things to crush, of which bask in your touch,
Do linger ‘midst malignant stares.
Resonant from within,
to crush for to grin,
cradles in your palm broken things.
But practicing mercy, you may learn to love,
Those small things and their fragile wings.

Author's Note

Please enjoy! (Especially the small things.)

Reviews

[Alicia Beavis]

This had a fantastic flow to it and sounded good when read aloud. Lovely piece and a pleasure to read.