NoticeA Poem by Jess RoseIt’s funny the things people notice. The ripples of the leaves as the wind blows through the trees. The color of a stranger’s eyes. We all notice different things. Our brains all run differently. I might notice something that never crossed your mind. The shape of a face. The twitch of a hand. We all think. We all notice. What do you notice? © 2014 Jess RoseFeatured Review
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