What do the angels think
when they look down on
our bustling streets?
Perhaps we are like
clustered fireflies in clear
jars on someone's shelf.
Or maybe we're tangled,
lit Christmas strands
waiting to be unravelled.
These human lights we are,
the glows of our souls
in a darkened city,
that could be what makes
us mesmerizing.
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
