Small ThingsA Poem by RFDIII
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. © 2012 RFDIIIAuthor's Note
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