Count them if you can!
Catch them if you could,
Only to get bored
And seconds later throwing them
You would.
Afterall, they are mere grains of sand...
From when did they matter,
You thrash them out of your hands.
Only if you could see,
What they could do.
You would be in total awe.
Wouldn't you though.
Nevertheless, if you care or you don't
They still go about on their own.
Carving out mountains and
Boulders
For us to glance!
Wondering if it actually is them
But, in a big disguise..
Little things in life
They seldom come twice..
From the roof over your head
To the ground you
Walk on.
They are everywhere you
Are.
Reflecting a beam of bright light.
But, Alas! Only if you
Paid them a speck of heed!
They won't be feeling so helpless
As they fell at your feet.
Little things in life,
They are the most precious for you.
Be for real! When you say,
They are valuable to you!
For, you only say that,
As I challenged you.
Afterall wasn't it you
who looked at the bird
As it soared up the mountain
With its flight!
Eyes filled with Green,
as you sighed.
You thought you could have that
mountain all for you.
Pfft, only if you could notice those
Grains of sand next to you.
If only you could appreciate them,
They built thousands of such
mountains, only for you...
Only if you could realise,
Little things in Life,
they matter the most,
No matter, the comparison they are
placed next to.
Well comparison kills and
Apparently So do green rocks.
But, only if they hit you hard
Just like they did
When you saw the soaring bird.
Common, it is life for God' s sake!
And the only thing that matters
Is that you still got it round your
chest......
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So, hey✨ sup?
Hope y'all doing great.
Just wanted let you know that I am really grateful for your suggestions yet my stoopid brain couldn't come up with ideas of heartbreak or betrayal.
But do know it's gonna come up with it on 6: 30. To night.
This is a poem I carved for ya guys. Hope you get the meaning of it. It's simple as simple as appreciating little things in life.
Afterall they are the ones giving lods of happiness...also you must not compare yourself with the soaring bird. You never know, if you're one and you just haven't discovered it yet. Love ya.♥️♥️♥️♥️✨✨♥️♥️🤗🤗
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PoetryA soul so broken and trifled at heart, She writes in order to escape the world. Names of random objects in mind, She keeps writing to escape norms and time... Caged by the chains of restraint! & caged by the expectations to come. No one to turn to f...
