Please read this poem twice, you will understand it better the second time :)
They may seem small,
And you might think
They don't matter.
They may seem weak,
When it's already too late.
They may seem fragile,
When you're broken yourself.
They may seem unnecessary,
When the feeling's too strong.
But you can't deny the fact, that they
Have the power to make,
or break hearts
In the blink of an eye.
Mostly, they're your enemies.
But when your beloved uses them,
Each one of these,
Becomes a bliss.
They are what dwell inside your heart,
And mine too.
They are what connect one soul,
To another.
They are the beam of light
Coming through the broken window
In the dark room.
And finally,
They are what
A broken poetess writes about,
Hoping you'd realize,
That these 26 little things,
Can do miracles together.
alphabets.