If only I could hang it
on a tree to admire amidst
the twinkling lights.
[But only for a time.]
I wish I could find it
in some unexpected place
like a hide and seek game.
[What if I lose it?]
Maybe I could dress it up
for a day in rose petals
and a fancy outfit.
[I like it the way it is.]
Instead, I'll leave it permanent
on my face to someone
who might be able to see its beauty.
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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...
