he told their stories to
the sea and even it
can't help to weep

Paint a picture with stars
The moon doth give light

Dreams come true or not
Dreaming a pleasure ever got

Seldom found a love true
In time hearts different hue

None is hurt by thorns
We just step on it

Lend a hand wipe tears
Stay long till trouble clears

Love is not ever near
Moments found a treasure dear

Value of a poem determined
Hearts touched and souls defined

Passion a flame fanned high
Separation the cause love die

Bells of glory heard not
By hero in body bag

In the eyes of mother
A child you always be

All life lived blaming parents
When gone they proved correct

.

It is the little things
that matter most

A nice gesture,
a friendly smile,
a few moments from your day
that can make all of the difference
in one tiny world

There is so much hate,
so much indifference,
so many hurting,
so many in need
so many lonely,
so many in pain

We are all people
just trying to survive,
make our way through
this hectic life

We can all make this a better place
if we try,
it is so easy to be kind,
to be thoughtful
and if only for a few moments,
to bring some happiness
to someone’s life

It is the little things
that matter the most




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This goodbye between us has begun to sound like
a string of
hello's,
ill be back's,
i miss you's and
I will always love you's.
Goodbye has no meaning.
None at all.
Goodbye?
Okay, lets say
'goodbye'
for a few more decades

a.m