small moving things

 

small things
matter to me quite a lot
I don’t know why

a smile
can move me to tears
at a black look
I die a little

just for a moment
there’s nothing else

in the wide world
I’m at the mercy
of changing winds
emotional tides
of ebb and flow
beneath small things
that touch so deeply
and I don’t know why
your smile
can move me


© Frank Prem, 2009

23/11/2017

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