Little Things: Poem
Sometimes, little things
Turn to be the big things
Long along, long along.
Never lose the sweet smile and things
Where do you belong.
Busy weekdays
And quiet Saturday's mornings
Surrounded by nature's ways
And novel's page turning
Where do you belong.
Coffee and lazy time
Are not a crime
As you continue to smile
There are plenty all kind of things
Every mile, every mile.
Sometimes, little things
Turn to be the big things:
The breeze and the dance of winds
The stars, the ocean, and city lights
On the dark nights
Turn to be the big things.
Tomshinsky@2025
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