A Smallness, Vast.

But cannot reach me all,

And cannot say goodbye

What as of yet can be done,

Is articulated herein

The Aching tilt of the sun

Of a thriving time,

Held on too tight

Atop a pin.



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  1. Makes me remember the little things.
    Simple and raw. Good poem.

    Liked by 1 person

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