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May 2017
notice small things,
that she touched her hair
that's why I look into her eyes
to see how big her pupils are

life is small on a grand scale.
and  grandness is often in the details
of her movements small
that hand  on your arm

the way the breeze leaves,
only her hair alone
and the sun though covered
always shines like diamonds

in HER  eyes ....
wordvango
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